Hollywoods other Jennifer or J-An as Ive decided to start calling her must be desperate to escape the typecast Hell of forever being seen as the bubbly unlucky-in-love 30-something she plays in Friends. So, in a cunning career move, she appears in The Good Girl as a MISERABLE unlucky-in-love 30-something. Very shrewd indeed.
As title character Justine Last, shes quite possibly the wettest, bitterest and most inexcusably selfish female character I can recall seeing in any film of recent years. Depressed with her supposedly meaningless small town life with her lummox of a husband Phil (John C. Reilly) and mind-numbing job in a local supermarket, she kicks off an affair with moody checkout operator Tom (Jake Gyllenhaal).
Toms self-consciously glum he pretends his names Holden in reference to Catcher In The Rye, writes stories about blokes who commit suicide, and drones incessantly on about how no-one gets him. Its this barrel of laughs who proves the catalyst for Justine to make a half-hearted attempt at escaping the dullness of her existence, though as you can guess from the overall tone of the proceedings, its all destined to end in tears.
This is actually billed as a dark comedy, though youll struggle to find too many belly-shakers in this gloomy portrayal of the apparent mundanity of small-town life. Yes, life can be mundane, it can be tedious and it can be pretty bloody lousy, but that doesnt mean we need to make films about it.
As it happens, there are some good performances in this movie. Gyllenhaal is a fine young actor, Reilly is as reliable as ever, and as for J-An its always good to be reminded that her talents stretch beyond rolling her eyes at the right point in a sit-com. But its 90 minute running time seems to take forever and a day, such is the sprawling pointlessness of it all.