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Mumford Loren Dean, the star of Mumford, has a deceptively bland and untroubled face — he looks like he was born to play a saintly ...MumfordComedy, Romance, DramaR Loren Dean, the star of Mumford, has a deceptively bland and untroubled face — he looks like he was born to play a saintly ...1999-10-01Mary McDonnellAlfre WoodardMary McDonnell, Alfre Woodard
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Mumford

Genre: Comedy, Romance, Drama; Starring: Hope Davis, Loren Dean, Jason Lee, Mary McDonnell, Alfre Woodard; Director: Lawrence Kasdan; MPAA Rating: R

Loren Dean, the star of Mumford, has a deceptively bland and untroubled face — he looks like he was born to play a saintly junior high school English teacher or Ted Bundy. In his clean-cut way, he’s ambiguous when he isn’t even doing anything, and that glimmer of mystery gives the movie its zing. Written and directed by Lawrence Kasdan, Mumford is a sleight-of-hand comedy about a psychologist who works in a picturesque small town that has the same name he does — that’s right, Mumford. At first, as the patients plop themselves down onto his comfy old couch to relate their neuroses, the movie feels harmless and ”quirky.” The slightly flat coyness of the pauses and confessions, the Main-Street-with-a-mall-makeover settings, the feel-good music with its occasional bursts of fairy-dust twinkles — it looked like the film was trying to be the single greatest episode of Northern Exposure, which in me, at least, provoked pangs of revolt.

There is a wild card, though: It’s Dean’s performance. Ever since he had the misfortune to star in Billy Bathgate (1991), this actor hasn’t been seen much on screen, but now, all grown up, he turns out to have a puckish slyness. Mumford is a born listener who manipulates people by treating them with respect. He’s a contradiction — a humane con artist. His remarks, even when reassuring, are verbal curveballs. He keeps his patients in a state of surprise by lowering his shrink’s armor when they least expect it, and that’s what Dean’s timing, a kind of hyper-placid Zen vaudeville, does for the audience. Mumford’s words pop out faster than you expect, as if he were forever beating you to the pause to see what you’ll say. The charm of the movie is in how far he’ll go to get through to people. He trashes the patient-doctor confidentiality pact at a moment’s notice, not to be nasty but to dramatize the fact that we all have hidden lives. When it turns out that Mumford himself isn’t who he appears to be, it’s a shock all right, but it doesn’t violate him; it completes him. In a sense, he’s the ultimate shrink: an imposter playing an imposter.

As characters, Mumford’s patients, who are all tangled up in overactive fantasy lives, have a touch of TV-ensemble-comedy cuteness, but the cast helps to fill them out. Jason Lee is gawky and sweet as a local software magnate with a techno-geek’s dirty secret, and Mary McDonnell hits notes of operatic silliness as a housewife addicted to boutique-catalog shopping. Pruitt Taylor Vince, as a sad-sack pharmacist who can’t even bring himself to star in his own film-noir sexual fantasies, has a spiky verve. The conflicts are too neatly resolved, but there’s more at stake when Hope Davis, as a woman suffering from chronic fatigue syndrome, is on screen. Her sessions with Mumford, which consist of walking around with him as he falls in love with her, are melancholy and screwball at the same time.

Beneath its merry comic veneer, Mumford is really an arresting puzzle: Who is Mumford, and will he get away with being the most deceptive and unethical shrink this side of Hannibal Lecter? The film views therapists as ghost doctors who essentially work by de-stigmatizing people’s secrets. David Paymer and Jane Adams, as local shrinks who unscramble Mumford’s charade (with a little help from Unsolved Mysteries), provide the film with its barbed portrait of the psychoanalytic establishment, and though I suspect that a lot of real therapists will despise Mumford for trivializing their holy mission, it is, in fact, one of the few films I’ve seen that captures with any resonance what therapists actually do. The movie is funny, assured, and all of a piece like nothing Kasdan has made since The Big Chill. It turns the tricks of psychology into duplicitous high play.