Definitely one to file in ‘Films I Would Never Watch Unless To Keep My Beloved Happy’ is Mickey Blue Eyes (1999) by Kelly Makin, a director who has for the large part succeeded in TV without touching the big screen overmuch.
However, it must be said that I was by and large grateful to the Divine C for ‘suugesting’ that we watch Hugh Grant’s late twentieth-century stab at comedy – Grant plays art-house auctioneer Michael Felgate who, upon learning that his beautiful girlfriend (now fiancee) Gina Vitale (Jeanne Tripplehorn) is in fact the daughter of major mobster Frank Vitale (James Caan), finds it increasingly difficult to distance himself from his soon-to-be father-in-law’s ‘business’ activities, despite his obvious wish to do so and Gina’s insistence that he must. Things only get more fun when a godfather then decides to launder his useless son’s useless paintings through Grant’s art house, and the FBI quickly get involved…
The screenplay, by Adam Scheinman and Robert Kuhn, is the biggest surprise – the film has throwaway star-vehicle written all over it at first glance, but the sharp games that the script allows Caan/Grant/Tripplehorn to play delivers something rather more, with Grant further proving his deft touch at the funnies.
Of course, it is somewhat predictable, and me pointing out the same by second-guessing the ending did not make me particularly popular with my own moll, but criticising a film as charming as this one for being predictable is somewhat missing the point – a genuinely amusing little gem to relax and laugh along with.