Pleasantville (1998) I'm betting no real man in the history of marriage has ever actually warbled, "Honey, I'm home!" Such a greeting is reserved for old TV… 1998-10-23 PG-13 PT124M Comedy Drama Sci-fi and Fantasy Joan Allen Jeff Daniels William H. Macy Tobey Maguire Reese Witherspoon Jane Kaczmarek Marissa Ribisi Steven Soderbergh New Line Cinema
Movie Review

Pleasantville (1998)

MPAA Rating: PG-13
EW's GRADE
C+

Details Release Date: Oct 23, 1998; Rated: PG-13; Length: 124 Minutes; Genres: Comedy, Drama, Sci-fi and Fantasy; With: Joan Allen, Jeff Daniels, William H. Macy, Tobey Maguire and Reese Witherspoon; Distributor: New Line Cinema

I'm betting no real man in the history of marriage has ever actually warbled, ''Honey, I'm home!'' Such a greeting is reserved for old TV shows, shorthand for a bygone way of family life in which Dad wore a hat and went to work, Mom wore an apron and stayed at home, and the boundaries between ''good'' and ''bad,'' ''moral'' and ''immoral,'' were marked with big signposts and equally serious consequences. How we read that shorthand, though, has changed many times over since Eisenhower sat in the White House. We '90s viewers watch our honey-I'm-home shows, rerun for eternity on cable, with tender amusement or nostalgia, ruefully conscious of the huge societal gaps between idealized '50s and '60s family life and actual, entropic contemporary existence.

With such an ironic worldview, it's easy to decide we're lucky to be rid of the conformist, Wonder-bread universe of Father Knows Best, The Donna Reed Show, The Adventures of Ozzie and Harriet, Happy Days (a kitschy '70s homage to the '50s), and Pleasantville. That title refers to a fictional '50s American town and TV show — rerun, for eternity, on cable — that's the balm of David (Tobey Maguire), a mournful '90s teen who watches and re-watches, glassy-eyed, to tune out the pain of his own broken family (divorced Mom and Dad argue bitterly on the phone). David's twin sister, Jennifer (Reese Witherspoon), meanwhile, takes the fast-girl route to denial — she's a slut-in-training.

Fighting over the TV remote control one night, the two receive a visit from a mysterious repairman (Don Knotts) who replaces the clicker with another, a gizmo that throws the kids into Pleasantville. Suddenly, David and Jennifer are called Bud and Mary Sue, enrolled in a high school full of classmates who have never gone All the Way or missed a basketball shot. Mom (Joan Allen) wears a dress and a Stepford smile in the kitchen. Dad (William H. Macy) sings out, ''Honey, I'm home!'' The world is in black and white.

Jennifer wants to get the heck out immediately. ''We're in Nerdville!'' she complains. But at first David is charmed by the refreshing security of the setup and anxious not to upset the Pleasantville universe with unprogrammed actions. ''Are we in that episode?'' he marvels. (The Ice Storm's Maguire, with his sweet, smart-kid grin, is an excellent marveler.) Still, it's not long before the twins start tampering with the show's plotlines, encouraging independent thought, and provoking strange new emotions in townspeople who had never known fire (the local brigade exists to rescue cats from trees) or rain (the wet mystery scares them) or sex. And with each expression of passion, someone or something bursts into telltale color: First a rose. Then an apple. Then lips (the symbolism ain't subtle). Then a car, a book, a whole person, until most of the town is inflamed — while those dullards angry about change (led by the late J.T. Walsh, in his last role) are stuck in monochrome monotony.

Pleasantville is ultramodern and beautiful — a paean to the sophistication of computer technology, which can wipe a tear from a black-and-white cheek and replace it with peachy skin tone. But technical elegance and fine performances mask the shallowness of a story as simpleminded as the '50s TV to which it condescends; certainly it's got none of the depth, poignance, and brilliance of The Truman Show, the recent TV-is-stifling drama that immediately comes to mind.

Writer-director Gary Ross has explored ''magical comedy'' before. He wrote Big, in which a boy lives in a man's body, and Dave, in which a regular nobody lives in the White House and passes as President of the United States; both those high-concept premises floated on charm. Even higher in concept but mired in banality, this Pleasantville most clearly calls to mind another Pleasantville, the real New York town that's home to Reader's Digest, purveyor of stories and articles that still look to the '50s for moral inspiration. In those pages — condensed, of course — this didactic but unenlightening comedy might appear in different form, as a lightweight literary sketch, under the (modified) old Digest banner ''My Most Forgettable Characters.'' C+

Originally posted Oct 30, 1998 Published in issue #456 Oct 30, 1998 Order article reprints