Firstborn Blu-ray Review
Where's Rumpelstiltskin when you really need him?
Reviewed by Jeffrey Kauffman, July 18, 2012
Chances are at some point in your life either your Mother or your Father, or perhaps both, engaged in reciting what
seem to be variations on a universal parental mantra, usually something like either "Life isn't fair" or "There are no
guarantees in life". Interestingly, and no doubt
not coincidentally, those very statements are made in
Firstborn, and in fact the film starts out with a proto-1980's rock tune by The Nobodys called "No Guarantees".
While
there are obvious thematic connections to these ideas in the film, one might be tempted to look outside the film a bit
and wonder about life's inequities, at least as they've been visited upon
Firstborn's star, Teri Garr. In the
1980's Garr seemed poised to become one the shining lights of the industry, a gifted actress who was obviously a
spritely comedienne, but who also seemed to have some untapped dramatic depths as well, as
Firstborn itself
proves quite admirably. With several huge hit films under her belt, including
Young Frankenstein and her Oscar
nominated turn in
Tootsie, Garr had proven box office appeal and also had a long history as a dancer and singer
that seemingly only widened her prospects. But the vagaries of show business are legendary, and even before Garr
shared the sad news in 2002 that she was battling multiple sclerosis, her career seemed to have stalled, if not outright
stopped, with few A-list films to her credit and few if any roles that really stretched her talents much if at all. A further
health scare with a brain aneurysm confined Garr to a wheelchair for a time, and though she's bravely battled back from
both that and her MS predicament, she hasn't made a film since 2007 and may end up being best remembered for her
1970's and 1980's
oeuvre.
Firstborn is at first (and perhaps even second) glance a rather odd entry in
the Garr filmography, a melodrama positing Garr's character of Wendy as an abused divorcée too desperate for a man
in her life to see the harm that man is inflicting not just on her but on her two sons.
Firstborn is also a rather odd entry in its director's filmography. Britisher Michael Apted is probably best known
for
his incredible
Up documentary series (not to be confused with the Pixar animated film), as well as the James
Bond
outing
The World is Not Enough. Apted has directed a hugely disparate variety of films, everything from the
quasi-
biographical mystery
Agatha, about Agatha Christie's famous disappearance, to more standard biopics like
Coal
Miner's Daughter and
Gorillas in the Mist to thrillers like
Gorky Park (the film he made right before
Firstborn). But
Firstborn is in essence a melodrama, and a not very subtle one at that. Apted's touch is
apparent, though, especially in the opening act, when the seemingly normal domestic life of Wendy (Garr) and sons
Jake
(Christopher Collet) and Brian (Corey Haim, in his film debut) is essayed rather winningly. There are currents of
discontent
running right beneath the surface, especially when Wendy's ex-husband shows up briefly to take the boys on a quick
vacation.
Wendy's realization that there is no rapprochement in store with her ex probably leads her into the arms of Sam (Peter
Weller), a good looking guy who nonetheless seems to have more big dreams than actual accomplishments. There's an
interesting middle act here where Jake and Brian initially distrust this new interloper in their lives, but are slowly won
over by his "stepfatherly" attitude, only to see their trust dissolve as Sam's demons begin rearing their rather ugly
heads. Once Sam's problems are made manifest, the film devolves into hyperbolic dramatics that become increasingly
hard to believe, let alone stomach. (In a bit unintentional irony, one of the film's major subplots deals with a certain
controlled substance that later became a problem for Robert Downey, Jr.)
While
Firstborn is undeniably engrossing, it's also kind of like a smarmier version of a
Lifetime made for
television movie (and note that its producers are longtime television honchos Paul Junger Witt and Tony Thomas and its
scenarist Ron Koslow is best known for his episodic television writing). The
film is perhaps more notable to contemporary audiences for its introduction of Corey Haim, as well as two supporting
turns by who were then very young and relatively unknown actors, Robert Downey, Jr. and Sarah Jessica Parker. The
performances are in fact probably the best thing about the film, even if Weller's increasingly psychopathic take on his
drug addled character becomes a bit much by the film's climactic (and patently ludicrous) third act.
It's almost unsettling to see an actress of Garr's grace and poise subjected to the treatment her character is in this film,
and there will no doubt be many watching
Firstborn who are tempted to scream at Wendy for being such a
dunderheaded fool. It's to Garr's credit that Wendy's predicament, though largely self inflicted, seems so plausible, at
least for the most part. Koslow hedges his bets a bit by the film's end, though, positing a sort of anticlimactic
dissipation of dramatic energy that seems to recognize he's taken these characters about as far as they can go, and it's
better to simply fade out. While the film at least doesn't stoop to the level of having the villain suddenly become violent
again (in the best horror movie tradition), it's an oddly unsatisfying wrap up to a film that is more than anything just
that: oddly unsatisfying.