Paul Haggis is like that guy who did something nice for you that one time, and now thinks it would be totally cool if he moved into your basement and co-opted all your friends. If the film industry were The Houseguest, Paul Haggis would be its Sinbad. It was really sweet of him to be partially responsible for the best James Bond film of the last 30 years (and the indignant letter in which he publicly resigned from the Church of Scientology will probably go down as the finest thing he ever writes), but leave the man to his own devices and the next thing you know you're 8 hours deep In The Valley of Elah, a horrifying place where the only thing heavier than the metaphors is... no, there's nothing heavier than the metaphors.

So it's been hard for me to work up much enthusiasm about Honeymoon with Harry, a Paul Haggis script (adapted from a Bart Baker novel) that he's been slated to direct ever since Crash rear-ended the 2005 Academy Awards. But in the wake of a recent report claiming that veteran journeyman Jonathan Demme might supplant Haggis as the film's director, this thing might yet prove worthwhile.
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