Frankie & Alice Movie Review
Sometimes the Golden Globes get it right. More often than not, they don't. A couple weeks ago, Halle Berry was nominated for Best Performance by an Actress in a Drama for her role in Frankie and Alice. Too bad her performance is the very definition of over-acting.
In Frankie and Alice, Berry stars as Frankie Murdoch, a stripper who, in the 1970's, was diagnosed as having multiple personality disorder. The movie is about her treatment by Dr. Oz (Stellan Skarsgård).
Based on reviews and buzz I've heard, Frankie and Alice is one of the divisive films of the year. Some are praising the film and Berry's performance while others are panning them. I can understand why.
Doing split personalities are not easy, especially not ones with different accents. Ask Mike Meyers. Berry has shown she can be a good actress at times (just don't watch most of her movies from the last decade) and she definitely brings passion to her role of Frankie, Alice and whatever her third personality is.
Unfortunately, passion doesn't translate to good. Ask those early-stage "American Idol" contestants. The writers of Epic Movie and Vampires Suck. The director of Catwoman.
Berry's performance is hard to describe. It's almost pitch perfect. Instead, it's laughably bad. Her switch between ghetto black girl and pompous Southern white woman just comes off as strange and forced; as Simon Cowell would say, "Very karaoke." Yikes, two "American Idol" references in one review. See what this movie did to me?
Aside from Berry, Frankie and Alice comes off as a cheap Oscar wannabe. Skarsgård is fine, but his character is a less interesting version of his role from Good Will Hunting. The movie itself isn't very compelling and struggles to establish a reason why we should care for the characters or their challenges.
This awards season, there is one movie you can miss. Hint: it's Frankie and Alice.
Review by Erik Samdahl unless otherwise indicated.