FLESH AND BONE

Date of publication: 11/05/1993


By Roger Ebert

"Flesh and Bone" is one of those films where the sins of the past
insidiously poison the present. It opens in a scene eerily
reminiscent of "In Cold Blood," as a young boy is used as a decoy
to get his father into an isolated farmhouse. The father is a
thief - and a murderer, it turns out, as the entire family is
shot to death except for a young girl.

There's a flash-forward of 25 years, and, yes, inevitably, that
young boy and girl meet again. It's a small world out there under
the big Texas sky.

The boy has grown up into Arlis Sweeney (Dennis Quaid), a
melancholy loner who lives out of his pickup truck and roadside
motels, servicing a chain of vending machines. The woman is Kay
Davies (Meg Ryan), unhappily married, familiar with barrooms,
just a little too cheerful.

When Kay shows Arlis a photo of her family, he immediately knows
this is the same family that was wiped out by his father - deaths
that the boy has carried as painful guilt for 25 years. Kay likes
Arlis, and doesn't know why he behaves so strangely toward her,
every line a portent of doom.

Since it's clear from the beginning that the two children will
grow up into the Quaid and Ryan characters, there's no particular
mystery in the story, which is fine with me. What isn't so fine
is that the arc of the story is obvious right from the start: If
they meet again, it is necessary, of course, that the father
(James Caan) reappear at some point, so that the tragedy of the
past can be replayed in the present.

Caan turns up, right on schedule, like Huck Finn's Pappy. He's got
a girlfriend (Gwyneth Paltrow), who knows a little of his past and
is about to find out a lot more. Arlis hates and fears his father,
who still has a hold over him - and eventually, of course, the son
will have to face up to his father and settle old scores.

All of the major events that must happen in this story are clear
from the outset. That leaves only the performances to surprise us.
Quaid is taciturn and deeply wounded as Arlis, and squints his
eyes a lot while talking with enigmatic bitterness. Meg Ryan's
Kay, who has apparently been running scared most of her life,
affects an artificial brightness. And Caan . . . well, he's a
problem. George C. Scott once said that the thing to look for,
first of all, in an actor's work was "joy of performance." Caan
doesn't seem to have any. There is a forced quality to his work,
a dryness, as if he's pushing too hard. His scenes are not meant
to be enjoyable, but I sense a pain in them that the filmmaker
didn't intend.

"Flesh and Bone" was written and directed by Steve Kloves, who
made "The Fabulous Baker Boys," a film filled with life and
spontaneity. This time he seemed trapped by his conception. The
past traps the present, fate smothers spontaneity, and all of
the dialog sounds like Dialog - not what people would say, but
what characters would say. The film is depressing for some of
the right reasons, and all of the wrong ones.

Flesh and Bone (STAR) (STAR)
   Arlis Sweeney  Dennis Quaid
   Kay Davies     Meg Ryan
   Roy Sweeney    James Caan

Written and directed by Steve Kloves. Running Time: 120 minutes.
Classified R (for language, some sexuality and a scene of intense
violence). Opening today at local theaters.



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