P.S.

P.S.

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Louise Harrington (Laura Linney) works in the admission’s department at Columbia University. When the divorced thirtysomething gets an application from an emo-type in Rhode Island, she’s reminded of an old boyfriend who died in a horrible car accident. The similarities are incredible: both are named Scott Feinstadt, both like to paint, and both look like Topher Grace. A colleague rightfully refers to Dylan Kidd’s P.S. as a straight version of Birth. The film begins promisingly as a mystical intersection of past and present: In the Grace’s artwork, Kidd evokes a possible transference of spirits, and it’s the return of the living dead that allows Louise to sort through the baggage of her semi-damaged life, which includes an ex-husband (Gabriel Byrne) who’s a sex addict and a brother (Paul Rudd) who likes pie. Mannered as usual, Linney’s performance is nonetheless a graceful evocation of midlife crisis. And though Kidd’s direction is by and large inert, at least compared to his work in Roger Dodger, he manages a few lovely scenarios, especially a scene at a pool hall where Louise begins to act like a jealous schoolgirl. But after an hour or so, Kidd seemingly takes a cue from his lead character when she says something to the effect that the story’s mysticism is too much for her. It’s here that Marcia Gay Harden enters screen and P.S. turns into Desperate Housewives. From mystical to trashy, the film’s shift in hysteria wouldn’t be so bad if Kidd treated coincidence as a form of abstract art or took the desires of his female characters a little more seriously.

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Distributor
Newmarket Films
Runtime
90 min
Rating
NR
Year
2004
Director
Dylan Kidd
Screenwriter
Dylan Kidd
Cast
Laura Linney, Topher Grace, Gabriel Byrne, Marcia Gay Harden, Paul Rudd, Lois Smith, Ross A. McIntyre