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Danny Collins

Rated R, 106 min. Directed by Dan Fogelman. Starring Al Pacino, Annette Bening, Christopher Plummer, Jennifer Garner, Bobby Cannavale, Katarina Cas, Giselle Eisenberg, Josh Peck, Melissa Benoist, Nick Offerman.

REVIEWED By Marjorie Baumgarten, Fri., April 3, 2015

It’s easy to see why Al Pacino took a shine to this project: It provides the veteran actor with a role that requires him to dial his performance up and down – unlike much of his work of the last couple of decades, in which he always seems to be going at full tilt. Hooah! Arguably, these oppositional qualities are the rightful domain of dramedy, the comedic and dramatic elements of the story vying for laughs and tears, generalities and intimacies. As the titular character in Danny Collins, Pacino delivers his best work in a long time, but it’s contained within an utterly predictable redemption movie that only comes alive when Pacino plays one-on-one scenes with the other members of the cast.

Danny Collins is an over-the-hill rock star whom we meet as his new album Greatest Hits: Vol. 3 is about to drop. He hasn’t written a new song in three decades, and the new release and accompanying tour seem calculated to maintain his fabulous home, private plane, young girlfriend, and vast quantities of booze and cocaine. Then, out of the blue, the unique birthday gift given to him by his manager and best friend Frank Grubman (Plummer, who’s terrific) causes a crisis of conscience.

The gift is a framed letter to Danny from John Lennon, written in 1971 when Danny was just starting in the music business. Inspired by a true incident that happened to the British singer-songwriter Steve Tilston, the movie’s conceit is that the former Beatle wrote to Danny after reading an early interview the emerging musician gave to a rock magazine. The letter, which contained Lennon’s phone number and an invite to telephone him and Yoko, was sent to the magazine and never forwarded to Danny, eventually falling into the hands of a collector, which is where Frank discovered it. Receiving it more than 40 years late, with no further chance for follow-up, the letter starts Danny thinking about all the ways in which his life might have progressed differently if he had received the letter back in ’71. Impulsively, Danny cancels his tour and checks in to a New Jersey Hilton with the notion of connecting with the now-adult son he has never known.

At this point you might be forgiven for mistaking the film for an extended Hilton commercial. While trying to penetrate the wall his son Tom (Cannavale) has built up, Danny also tries to seduce the hotel manager Mary Sinclair (Bening). The road to redemption is paved with all the usual pitfalls (plus a granddaughter named Hope, in case anyone out there still needs a map). Pacino gets to play a rock star with a large personality and eye-catching wardrobe (several times, he’s referred to as “slightly ridiculous”) as well as a gentle old soul who’s afraid he’s missed out on the life he was meant to have. Dipping into schmaltz on occasion, Danny Collins, for the most part, manages to rise above its predictability. This is the debut of screenwriter Dan Fogelman as a director. For every Cars and Crazy, Stupid, Love. the screenwriter has charmed us with, there are also his scripts for such things as the witless Fred Claus and The Guilt Trip. Yet at least with Danny Collins and his previous Last Vegas, he’s writing stories about men past middle-age – believe it or not, an underrepresented minority when it comes to leading roles.

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