Busta’s the supervisor of parking lot attendants, meaning he’s the guy responsible for the guys not responsible for your car.
I know Sean Connery’s not supposed to be J. D. Salinger in this movie because nowhere does Sean drink his own urine the way Salinger allegedly does – although he knocks back enough whiskey to make even the milquetoastiest of pee streams potent enough to fire-start the family barbeque.
Sean is “Forrester” of the title, and he’s transformed himself from one-time super-spy to present day literary super-recluse. Forrester, it seems, wrote one book which became the proverbial Great American Novel. With one hit on his resume, Forrester’s the “Frankie Goes to Hollywood” of the literary world.
When he works up enough nerve to leave his crib, Forrester weaves around his inner-city Bronx neighborhood atop an antiquated bicycle. Not only does he move slowly but he’s also the number one suspect in every pedal-by shooting.
In his dapper tweeds, with bulging paunchlet and that snow-white hair, shouldn’t Sean should be welcoming visitors to Jurassic Park?
Newcomer Rob Brown is “Jamal,” the city kid with a flair for basketball and, more importantly, the written word. Rob’s never acted professionally before but here he is in a movie with Sean Connery – and some folks are buzzing about his shot at an acting award! If that doesn’t cause half the waitrons in LA to bang their heads against their serving trays I don’t know what will.
Sean helps Jamal find his writerly voice: “You write your first draft with your heart – unless you’re collaborating with Rob Schneider in which case you use both thumbs. Your next draft, you write with your head because your heart needs to eat.”
Sean teaches Jamal not only the art of writing, but he also throws in some lessons on love. “The key to a woman’s heart is an unexpected gift at an unexpected time,” Sean advises, “and, if all else fails, an unexpected right hook to the jaw.” Hey, chill Sean! Old habits die hard!
Even Matt Damon makes a cameo in this flick. Matt’s going for the Guinness record for number of movie appearances in one year. He’s up to three – four if you count his work under the pseudonym “Damon Wayans.”
Forget Forrester, these moviemakers have found Michael Nouri! You remember, the boyfriend from Flashdance. Well now he’s Anna Pacquin’s DAD, kids, how old does THAT make you feel? Who knew that song “What a Feeling” referred to rheumatoid arthritis?
F. Murray Abraham, whose face is used by Hollywood as the model for Martian terrain, returns as a prep school Salieri. He’s Snob Doggy Dog. First Mozart, now Jamal. Does anybody else notice that the heroic prodigies F. Murray faces are getting younger and younger? Coming in 2001: Pull-Ups, where F. Murray will play a villainous teacher who thwarts the top potty trainers.
Finding Forrester is a quiet little gem with a beautiful show by Connery – one of the noblest performances of his career. Other old-timers should take some role-choice lessons from dear 007.
Not that I’m talking about anybody in particular, Paul Newman.
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