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Feast of Love
Written by Sandra Fitzpatrick   
Tuesday, 02 October 2007 00:00
Feast of Love is kind of like an eight-course meal – at McDonalds. It contains all the items and ingredients you hope to find, but bulked with filler and pressed into a prefabricated mold. Much like its fast food counterpart, this romance film temporarily fills the void, but the end result leaves you feeling dissatisfied and more than a little nauseous.

One of the central characters in this ensemble cast is Greg Kinnear as Bradley, a sweet natured man who is completely oblivious to the fact that his wife has fallen out of love with him and in love with another woman. How this happens is frustrating and not very believable because Kathryn (Selma Blair) doesn’t seem to feel any internal conflict whatsoever. The girl she falls for is abrasive and cocky and really not likeable at all. Actually, unlikable characters seem to be a theme throughout this film and they make it hard to sympathize.

So Bradley is left alone to seek out love once more. His pal Harry (Morgan Freeman) narrates the movie and doles out words of wisdom about “love this” and “love that”. Harry witnesses the romances of several different couples throughout the film including two young people who feel an instant connection. Chloe and Oscar don’t have much but they have their dreams and each other. How’s that for cliché? He’s an ex-druggy from the wrong side of the tracks and she’s a bohemian nurturing type who wants to take care of her man and have lots of babies.

Another part of the story focuses on a real estate agent (Radha Mitchell) who is having an affair with a married man. The two seem to feel nothing but sexual attraction and contempt for one another, yet we’re supposed to believe they are meant to be.

The movie does have moments of sincerity but, just as I would get caught up in the events unfolding, a false moment would come along and jar me right back to reality every time. The often clunky often script felt forced and unnatural to me, not to mention long. With a run time of only about two-hours, it felt more like four!

Feast of Love tries very hard to be much more poetic and provocative than it really is. There’s a fair bit of nudity in what I believe was an attempt to add realism. But it’s hard to feel that a nude scene is natural when the camera actually pans down to make sure breasts appear in the scene. I’m certain all of the actresses must have had to sign breast release forms. I thought it was kind of funny actually – perhaps it could be made into a drinking game. Spot the gratuitous breast and take a drink!

To be fair I will admit to feeling a bit sappy afterwards and wanting to proclaim my undying love to someone. But in a movie where people fall in and out of love so quickly, it seems rather pointless. Morgan Freeman’s character claims: “You can’t hold someone’s love against them.” But when one love gets dropped for another without a moments’ hesitation… well, that doesn’t sound like any kind of love I would want.

Feast of Love had the potential to be a sumptuous buffet of all things romantic. But despite a great ensemble cast and some interesting twists it somehow falls flat. I give it 5 out of 10 stars.