St. Vincent 

Bill Murray does his best with the showy antihero of St. Vincent

St. Vincent
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There are times when it feels like filmmakers are writing Characters, and there are times when it feels like they're writing Parts. And while this may seem like merely a semantic distinction, St. Vincent is a perfect example to the contrary.

Because while a Character is created as something out of which a story emerges, a Part is created to appeal to an actor. A Part has "moments"—catchy lines of dialogue, big speeches, emotional breakdowns. Both can be executed on the page well or badly, and both can be performed well or badly, but they're still fundamentally aiming for a very different audience response. Characters may be great pieces of writing, but Parts? Well, Parts get noticed when people talk about awards.

Writer/director Theodore Melfi has given Bill Murray a classic Part in St. Vincent. He plays Vincent MacKenna, a Brooklyn native who's introduced to us as the kind of guy Charles Bukowski would think was living a bit too hard—an alcoholic in dangerous debt from gambling on horse races, living in a disastrously messy, underwater-mortgaged house, with only his cat as company. But he's still got enough life in him that he can throw down a funky solo dance to Jefferson Airplane's "Somebody to Love." Vincent's got your attention. Parts have a way of doing that.

The plot thickens when new neighbors move in next door: newly single-mom Maggie (Melissa McCarthy) and her 12-year-old son, Oliver (Jaeden Lieberher). Maggie's new job as a CAT-scan tech at a local hospital has her working late hours, so she needs someone to keep an eye on Oliver when he comes home from school; Vincent needs cash. And so Vincent comes to take Oliver under his dissolute wing.

The surrogate-father relationship drives most of St. Vincent, providing awkward moments such as Vincent taking Oliver with him to the track or his local bar, and the gradual softening of the misanthropic caretaker that is fundamental to stories of this kind. When bullied Oliver needs somebody to show him how to stand up for himself, a disgusted Vincent steps in to teach Oliver a few tricks; it's like Bad Santa, if what Bad Santa really wanted for Christmas was to be The Karate Kid.

But the problem with St. Vincent isn't merely that it's schematic; it's that it's so schematic. It doesn't take much time before we see Vincent visiting a patient in an Alzheimer's care facility, whose relationship to him is fairly clear from the outset. He looks out for the health-care needs of the pregnant Russian prostitute (Naomi Watts, accent-acting her ass off) he frequents. And we see Oliver's religious-studies teacher (Chris O'Dowd) assign the students the task of creating a biography of someone they consider a real-life modern-day saint, and it's a complete mystery who Oliver might consider as his subject if you forget the name of the movie you're watching.

The unfortunate part is that the performances really are strong enough to carry St. Vincent through most of its clunky manipulations. Murray aims for something more than "get off my lawn" curmudgeonliness, finding sparks of funky energy that give Vincent vitality beyond his asshole-in-need-of-redemption roots. Young Lieberher is also pretty solid in a convincing take on adolescent geekiness, and McCarthy nicely underplays the role of a struggling mom trying to figure out her new identity. When those three are playing off one another—the less said about Watts' thankless role, the better, really—St. Vincent hits more than a few funny, satisfying moments.

But there's a degree of calculation at the heart of this movie that makes it impossible to become immersed in it, no matter how sloppily appealing Murray may be in individual scenes. The whole thing is built to reach its crescendo during Oliver's school assembly presenting his report on "saints among us," where our emotionally wounded antihero will realize that somebody gets him, having found his humanity in scenes that might as well come with a sign reading "LOOK FOR HUMANITY HERE." Where actors get a chance to disappear into Characters, St. Vincent shows us what's expected to happen when actors get Parts: They stand at center stage, receiving an award, waiting for everyone to applaud.

ST. VINCENT

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St. Vincent
Rated PG-13 · 103 minutes · 2014
Official Site: stvincent-movie.com
Director: Theodore Melfi
Producer: Peter Chernin, Jenno Topping, Theodore Melfi, Fred Roos, Bob Weinstein, Harvey Weinstein, Dylan Sellars, Don Cheadle and G. Mac Brown
Cast: Bill Murray, Melissa McCarthy, Naomi Watts, Chris O'Dowd, Jaeden Lieberher, Terrence Howard, Kimberly Quinn, Donna Mitchell, Nate Corddry, Dario Barosso, Ann Dowd and Scott Adsit
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Boise Weekly Saint Be Praised Now playing by George Prentice 10/29/2014
Connect Savannah Review: St. Vincent Murray's Vincent is often odious, and when we finally think he's softening up, he turns around and becomes even more insufferable. It's a bravura turn, one which gives this picture an extra kick. by Matt Brunson 10/14/2014
Gambit Review: St. Vincent Ken Korman says the Bill Murray-Melissa McCarthy comedy succumbs to sticky sentimentality by the end by Ken Korman 10/20/2014
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New Times San Luis Obispo Review: St. Vincent Ken Korman says the Bill Murray-Melissa McCarthy comedy succumbs to sticky sentimentality by the end by Ken Korman 10/20/2014
Colorado Springs Independent Mechanical parts Bill Murray gets bogged down by St. Vincent’s predictable plot by Scott Renshaw 10/22/2014
Creative Loafing Charlotte St. Vincent: Blessed be Bill Murray Rating: *** by Matt Brunson 10/24/2014
Memphis Flyer St. Vincent Bill Murray is brilliant in St. Vincent. by Chris McCoy 10/23/2014
NUVO Review: St. Vincent An outstanding cast, including a spot-on Bill Murray, elevates St. Vincent above its pedestrian script. by Ed Johnson-Ott 10/29/2014
Colorado Springs Independent Mechanical parts Bill Murray gets bogged down by St. Vincent’s predictable plot by Scott Renshaw 10/22/2014
Portland Mercury Murray and Bullshit Of Bill Murray, contrivance, and St. Vincent. by Vince Mancini 10/15/2014
Charleston City Paper Bill Murray is at his best as the showy antihero of St. Vincent There are times when it feels like filmmakers are writing characters, and there are times when it feels like they're simply writing parts. by Scott Renshaw 10/22/2014
The Coast Halifax St. Vincent You should know better by Tara Thorne 11/06/2014
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Inlander Divine Degeneracy Bill Murray displays his unangelic charm in St. Vincent by Seth Sommerfeld 10/15/2014

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