Feast of Love


by Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski)

Feast of Love is an unabashedly romantic look at the contribution of love to human existence. Set entirely in a beautifully photographed Portland, it's an ensemble drama about the romantic interludes of connected lives - sort of a stateside version of Love Actually.

Acting as a character but also sometimes seeming omniscient, Morgan Freeman plays an elder statesman who dispenses wisdom tempered with grandfatherly love. He's sort of a combination of the Oracle of Delphi, Socrates and Jesus: all knowing, all-loving, yet always speaking just indirectly enough and leaving just enough wiggle room in his perfectly modulated pronouncements that those who seek his counsel ultimately have to make up their own minds.

You know, the same role Freeman plays in every movie.

Greg Kinnear is a sweet-hearted schmuck who is clueless about women. His first wife leaves him for another woman. His second wife never even bothered to give up her boyfriend when she married Kinnear. Greg seems to miss the little clues. For example, when his first wife is in a bar after a softball game and the opposing shortstop rubs her thighs and tells her that the song on the jukebox is now "their song," Greg takes no notice. When his second wife has to think before, "I do." Greg doesn't think it's all that bad.

You know, the same role Kinnear plays in every movie.

Jane Alexander plays the meddling, yet compassionate, old busybody who discusses all the other characters with her wise husband.

You know, the same role Alexander plays in Tell Me You Love Me, and will probably play in every future movie.

Well, one certainly has to offer a tip o' the hat to the casting director.

The other key relationships involve the chemistry between Kinnear's second wife (Radha Mitchell) and the guy she really loves behind Kinnear's back, and a couple of idealistic youngsters who are desperate for money.

The attitude of the people who loved the movie can be summed up by Time's capsule summary

"Sexy, funny, sad and defiantly romantic, Feast of Love is the rare movie to cuddle up to."

The attitude of the people who hated this movie can be summed up by the Guardian's one-star review, written by Peter Bradshaw.

"Robert 'Kramer Vs Kramer' Benton directs this syrupy, drivelly, snivelly nonsense, which stars Morgan Freeman as a wise, humorous, rumbly-voiced wearer of reading glasses - great to see Morgan challenging himself as an actor, isn't it? Squeaky-clean Greg Kinnear plays his friend, a lovelorn romantic guy who runs a coffee shop yuckily called Jitters.

It is a supposedly heartwarming emotional drama in what I call the life-affirming-laughter-and-tears genre - ie, the genre that makes me want to spray the nearest shopping mall with bullets before turning the gun on myself. Kinnear's wife runs out on him with another woman, like an episode from TV's The L Word, but this faintly interesting storyline is supplanted by others far more boring and unreal, reeking with phoney empathy and creepy lite-eroticism. If it's a choice between cleaning out the shed and seeing this - opt for the shed. "

Those two reviews, and all of their subtext, probably tell you everything you need to know about the film.

Bradshaw does have a point. You'll have to keep your hankies nearby, because this is a classic chick-flick in the sub-division of weep-fest. Furthermore, there is nothing new here in terms of the characters, and the plot is so transparent that every single event in the film, without exception, is telegraphed about five scenes in advance. Don't expect any surprises.

But Bradshaw's point is not just about the movie. It's also about him, and his own disdain for this kind of unhip film. The way I see it is that the film's failures in depth and originality must be balanced against a generosity of spirit that will inspire you to feel better about the human race when you leave the theater than when you went in.  Some people actually like a movie to cuddle up to. I was impressed enough with the film's message that I will buy copies for my niece and my new daughter-in-law.


* widescreen anamorphic AND full screen

* featurette "The Players of Feast of Love"







3 James Berardinelli (of 4 stars)
2 Roger Ebert (of 4 stars)
42 Rotten Tomatoes  (% positive)
51 Metacritic.com (of 100)


6.7 IMDB summary (of 10)
  It is rated substantially higher by women, but the differential is not quite enough to make our official chick-flick standard.




Box Office Mojo. It was a major disappointment. It received moderate distribution (1200 theaters), but grossed only $3.5 million in total. It failed to crack the top ten in its opening weekend, then dropped 56%, then another 88%, and ended up achieving only a 2x multiplier.




  • David Watson showed his butt.
  • Radha Mitchell and Alexa Davalos showed everything, full body, front and rear, in two of 2007's better nude scenes. (Radha made our top 20)
  • Selma Blair showed one breast.
  • Stana Katic showed one breast. The top half of Stana Katic's bum is visible, but only in the full-screen version.



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Our Grade:

If you are not familiar with our grading system, you need to read the explanation, because the grading is not linear. For example, by our definition, a C is solid and a C+ is a VERY good movie. There are very few Bs and As. Based on our descriptive system, this film is a:


It is a competent film with a warm heart, but it is so predictable and unhip that it seems Frank Capra must have returned from the grave to create it.