- Cullman, Alabama


November 16, 2012

MOVIE REVIEW: 'Silver Linings Playbook': Perfect Models of Imperfection

"Silver Linings Playbook" serves as a textbook example of why directors matter. In any other hands, the adaptation of Matthew Quick's novel would be the stuff of banal rom-com fluff or, perhaps worse, self-consciously quirky indie cliches.

Thankfully, this fractured fairy tale of mental illness, family drama, ragged romance and die-hard Philadelphia Eagles fandom has landed in the superbly capable hands of David O. Russell.

In 2010, Russell proved that he could breathe fresh life into the come-from-behind sports saga in the grittily uplifting "The Fighter." Now, he returns to the kind of off-kilter family dynamics he became famous for with films like "Spanking the Monkey" and "Flirting With Disaster," taking an all-too-familiar scenario of domestic dysfunction and injecting it with both spontaneity and heart.

As the movie opens, Pat Solitano (Bradley Cooper) is being discharged from a Baltimore psychiatric facility by his mother, Dolores (Jacki Weaver), having been sent there after an incident involving his estranged wife. Determined to embark on a new life of positive thinking ("Excelsior!" is Pat's mantra), Pat returns to his childhood home, where his father, Pat Sr. (Robert De Niro), runs a small book-making operation, kept afloat by football bets, superstition and obsessive-compulsive habits that suggest where Pat Jr. learned his more questionable coping strategies.

Off his meds and "white-knuckling it," Pat Jr. resolves to reunite with his estranged wife, Nikki; meanwhile, he meets Tiffany (Jennifer Lawrence), a sharp-tongued young widow with an acute nonsense-detector and a knack for brutal honesty equalled only by Pat's own impulsive, socially disastrous candor.

"Everything's under control," says Dolores at one point. But nothing's under control in this volatile petri dish of a world where emotions dart and glance off one another like so many highly charged pinballs. If "Silver Linings Playbook" often reverts to contrived devices — including a climax that features not just one but two all-important competitive showdowns — Russell choreographs them with a spare, unfussy forthrightness, as well as an unerring sense of place (crabby snacks and homemades share crucial supporting roles).

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