TIFF Review: ‘CAN YOU EVER FORGIVE ME?’ a dull attempt at portraying an undesirable character


James Cole Clay // Film Critic


Rated R, 107 minutes.
Director: Marielle Heller
Cast: Melissa McCarthy, Richard E. Grant, Dolly Wells, Ben Falcone, Gregory Korostishevsky and Jane Curtin

The brand of Melissa McCarthy has gained her worldwide fame. Her style of comedy has appealed to the masses for the better part of a decade by this point. As she has churned out movies at a brisk pace (not quite that of Adam Sandler), all of her roles seem to blend together. Every movie is a rendition on the ugly side of American humor. From THE HEAT to THE HAPPYTIME MURDERS, each have been a commercial success, but creatively bankrupt.

With Marielle Heller (THE DIARY OF A TEENAGE GIRL) directing McCarthy, and screenwriter Nicole Holofcener (ENOUGH SAID) putting words in her mouth, it appeared CAN YOU EVER FORGIVE ME? was going to be a change of pace for the lovable star. Unfortunately, there’s no distinguishing marks that set this performance apart from her previous work, other than the distributor is boutique studio Fox Searchlight and she speaks a little bit softer.

The story profiles Lee Israel (McCarthy), a celebrity biographer whose work is outdated and underappreciated. Even though she’s a New York Times best-selling author, she struggles to get a return phone call from her agent (Jane Curtin) and has resorted to a job as a data processor.

Her life is utterly pathetic. She always has a glass of scotch in her hand. Heller and McCarthy hardly makes her a character we’d want to spend any time with. The story is presented as a tale of redemption rather than a study of a person whose life was stranger than fiction.

Melissa McCarthy in the film ‘CAN YOU EVER FORGIVE ME?’ Photo by Mary Cybulski. © 2017 Twentieth Century Fox Film Corporation.

Drinking one day, she runs into an old cohort, Jack (Richard E. Grant), and they share their troubles with life on the fringe. New York is a city that once felt alive to the duo, but how are they supposed to cope when the city has no more room left for them?

The crux of the film is that Lee uses her typewriter to forge loads of old letters from vaudeville stars of yesteryear and selling them to high-profile dealers for modest amounts of cash. Lee and Jack pay rent and live it up a bit, but mostly booze.

Holofcener’s work typically has a bite like black licorice, with a wit that charms. In CAN YOU EVER FORGIVE ME?, however, all of that is non-existent. It’s a shell of what has put her on the map as one of the wittiest screenwriters in Hollywood.

Heller is a notable director in her own right. Her debut film, THE DIARY OF A TEENAGE GIRL, was a knockout that managed uncomfortable tones and characters with the greatest of ease. It was a stunning achievement, while this is a step in a more stuffy direction.

There has been a lot of awards chatter surrounding McCarthy and Grant for this movie, with many praising their dynamic. But really, none of that shows on the screen. CAN YOU EVER FORGIVE ME? is a misguided and, frankly, dull attempt at framing an undesirable character.

Grade: C+

CAN YOU EVER FORGIVE ME? premiered on Saturday, Sept. 8, 2018. The Toronto International Film Festival has an encore screening on 9/15. Visit tiff.net for more details on the showtimes. CAN YOU EVER FORGIVE ME? will release on Oct. 19, 2018 through Fox Searchlight Pictures.

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Preston Barta

Hello, there! My name is Preston Barta, and I am the features editor of Fresh Fiction and senior film critic at the Denton Record-Chronicle. My cinematic love story began where I was born: off planet on the isolated desert world of the Jakku system. It's there I passed the time scavenging for loose parts with my good friend Rey. One day I found an old film projector and a dusty reel of the 1975 film JAWS. It rocked my world so much that I left my kinfolk in the rearview (I so miss their morning cups of green milk) to pursue my dreams of writing about film. It wasn't long until I met two gents who said they would give me a lift. I can't recall their names, but one was an older man who liked to point a lot and the other was a tall, hairy fella. They got me as far as one of Jupiter's moons where we crossed paths with the U.S.S. Enterprise. Some pointy-eared bastard said I was clear to come aboard. He saw that I was clutching my beloved shark movie and invited me to the "moving pictures room" where he was screening the 1993 film JURASSIC PARK to his crew. He said my life would be much more prosperous if I were familiar with more work by the god named Steven Spielberg. From there, my love for cinema blossomed. Once we reached planet Earth, everything changed. I found the small town of Denton, TX, and was welcomed into the Barta family. They showed me the writings of local film critic Boo Allen. He became my hero and caused me to chase a degree in film and journalism. After my studies at graduate of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I met some film critics who showed me the ropes and got me into my first press screening: 2011's THE GREEN LANTERN. Don't worry; I recovered just fine. MAD MAX: FURY ROAD was only four years away.