Matt Damon's latest film celebrates free will—for some people, anyway
If one were to depict the new film The Adjustment Bureau as an arithmetic equation—and it would not surprise me if at some point in its development someone did—it would look something like this:
[Bullworth + Heaven Can Wait - (Warren Beatty x 2) + Matt Damon + Manic Pixie Dream Girl + Magical Negro] x (CliffsNotes to "The Grand Inquisitor" - religion + smooching)" x Mad Men retro chic x (Inception/4)
Written and directed by George Nolfi (who penned a sharp script for the last Bourne film and a dull one for the middle outing of the Ocean's Eleven crew), the romantic thriller stars Matt Damon as Rep. David Norris (D-NY), a dashing but headstrong young Senatorial candidate who, as the film opens, is losing the race thanks to a touchingly tame scandal. (He was photographed mooning classmates at a college reunion.) As David ponders his concession speech in a restroom at the Waldorf Astoria, a fetching lass (Emily Blunt) emerges from one of the stalls. She is, she explains, hiding out from hotel security after crashing a wedding on a whim. Sparks fly and lips are briefly locked before he is called to his speech and she to her escape. Soon after, they meet again, on a bus during his first commute to a new, post-candidacy job at a venture capital firm. Their mutual attraction again evident, she gives him a name, Elise, and a phone number.
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From there, it's down the rabbit hole, as David accidentally stumbles upon a world beyond our own. Specifically, he encounters agents of the "Adjustment Bureau": angels, essentially—though with haloes replaced by fedoras—charged with keeping humankind on the straight and narrow. (They are led by Mad Men's John Slattery, with a sympathetic assist from The Hurt Locker's Anthony Mackie; later, a cranky Terence Stamp will join them. All are evidently accoutred by the same stylish mid-century tailor.) These celestial G-Men, who answer to "the Chairman," inform David that it is not part of the divine plan that he and Elise be together. To prove their power, they perform a variety of astonishing feats: stopping time, transporting through space, reading David's mind, and, most terrifying of all, burning up the business card on which Elise had left David her number.
Unable to contact his dream girl, a bereft David rides the same lonely bus for three years before finally glimpsing Elise again on the sidewalk. First date, take three—although this time with David aware that Supermen in Gray Flannel Suits will go to great lengths to ensure the presumed soul-mates do not wind up mated. And so it goes from there: David and Elise get together; Fate's (all-male) handmaidens pry them apart. Rinse, repeat.
The Adjustment Bureau is not a particularly bad movie, at least not by the two-foot yardstick we're expected to use on anything Hollywood releases prior to Thanksgiving. Damon and Blunt have a likeable romantic chemistry—no small thing these days—even if their relationship never moves much beyond the meet-cute, split-sad phase. And the film is eminently watchable in a glossy, untaxing way.