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USA/UK/Ireland 1999
Reviewed by Kevin Maher
Our synopses give away the plot in full, including surprise twists.
A small village on the coast of Donegal, Ireland, the present. Local bachelors led by Kieran O'Donnagh, the village butcher, write a personal ad in the Miami Herald asking for available young American women to join them for the upcoming St Martin's Day celebrations. Mary the postmistress steams open the ad before sending it and tells the local women about the men's plan. At work, Kieran is excited, much to the annoyance of his doting assistant Siobhan. Kieran, his brother Ian, friends Ollie and Sean and bar owner Pat prepare for the St Martin's Day dance. Meanwhile, the womenfolk, led by Siobhan and Pat's unhappy wife Kate, invite a group of Spanish sailors to the dance.
The American girls fail to appear at the dance. Ian and Kate have an impromptu midnight stroll and Kieran fights one of the sailors over Siobhan. Furious with Kieran, Siobhan kisses the sailor. The next day Ian has a fight with Pat over Kate. Ollie, nervous about his sexual inexperience, purchases pornographic magazines from Amsterdam. Pat leaves Kate. Kate decides she must leave the village also, but Ian wins her back. Kieran asks Siobhan out on a date and she agrees. Mary, excited by Ollie's interest in pornography, has sex with him. Sean leaves town, just as the American girls arrive.
Three years later and the aftershocks from The Full Monty's success story continue to reverberate. Following Saving Grace, House! and The Match, The Closer You Get is yet another innocuous provincial comedy radiating feel-good insincerity and cleanly packaged for an international audience. But here producer Uberto Pasolini (The Full Monty, Palookaville) and debut director Aileen Ritchie have gone one further, borrowing Monty's central premise - a group of marginalised male characters negotiate their collective crisis of masculinity by embarking on a harebrained scheme - and wrapping it up in a haze of Celtic whimsy.
Set in a rural idyll in the west of Ireland, The Closer You Get's compulsion to embrace tiresome national stereotypes overrides even the slightest interest in lived reality. Hence Kieran and his mob are perpetually surrounded by pints of Guinness; they actually say "sláinte" when they drink (a toast used only by visiting US tourists); and Ollie needs to write to Amsterdam to get access to pornography. The last detail is particularly telling: bypassing common sense - Ollie could just as easily have gone online to procure such material just as Kieran could have e-mailed the Miami Herald with his ad - William Ivory's script depends for important plot points on a vision of Ireland as backward. Even when it occasionally lurches beyond the familiar, the film tests the limits of credibility. The central location, a village in Donegal, is underpopulated yet manages to be fantastically affluent, supporting an independent butcher's, a post office, a barber's and a brothel. There's a similar lack of narrative cohesion to the script, which relies on a voiceover from a character who makes a few perfunctory appearances at the film's beginning and end, but is otherwise absent from the story.
Working from such frivolous material, it's an accomplishment that Ian Hart's energetic burlesque remains generally engaging. French director of photography Robert Alazraki (La Belle Verte, This Year's Love) shoots the village and its surrounding countryside proficiently, but the deadly familiar visual iconography of this quaint Irish town has a license of its own. Its verdant pastures, rocky coastlines and snugly nestled houses are gaudy signifiers of a jaded sensibility. And no amount of coldly calculated Full Monty feeling can change it.