Thanks for the memories!

SERIOUSLY. This is what the crap Hollywood still puts out?

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In truth, there is barely enough story here to make a film.

Harry Stevenson (Morgan Freeman) is a professor in Portland dealing with his son Aaron's death along with wife Esther (Jane Alexander). He befriends coffee house owner Bradley Smith (Greg Kinnear). Bradley has been married to Kathryn (Selma Blair) for six years. He's clueless to her falling in love with Jenny (Stana Katic) two feet away. He tries to force a dog on cynophobic Kathryn and she leaves him. Oscar (Toby Hemingway) works in Bradley's café. Chloe (Alexa Davalos) is a new hire. They quickly fall in love. Oscar is a recovering addict living under his abusive father Bat (Fred Ward). The lovers move in together struggling to make ends meet. Bradley falls for real estate agent Diana (Radha Mitchell) but she is in a secret affair with married David Watson (Billy Burke).I don't like Bradley. I find him annoying. He's playing the smiling fool. He's clueless and pathetic. His stunt with the dog is particularly annoying. That's some passive aggressive stuff. He is suppose to be lovable but I find him off-putting. I appreciate the other parts of the movie and the general theme of tragedy of love. Morgan Freeman is once again playing the wise black man although it does work well with Chloe. This is a nice try.

This movie does not have a cohesive plot or point. Half of the time I was wondering whether or not one of the 30+ characters were going to die. This movie fails to movie in the worst ways possible. Morgan Freeman does a great job at being a creepy old man who ends the movie by asking one of the main character's to come be his "little girl". He also watched a couple have sex in a football stadium for longer than necessary. I mean he could have acted a little more surprised or even shocked. Instead he just sits there and watches them for an inordinate amount of time. Oh wait, I forgot that this movie has no sense of time whatsoever.

This film reminds me of why I generally don't like ensemble movies. You have to be able to invest in each of the subplots, or you get bored. Now, once in a while I luck out and stumble into an ensemble film that I can buy into, but not often.Here, I couldn't get interested in all of the subplots. Not that there was anything wrong with any of the stories, but they all just didn't interest me.We start with Bradley (Greg Kinnear) who gets dumped by his lesbian wife and begins a relationship with a real estate agent. Okay, I bought into this subplot.Then there's Oscar and Chloe. He's a formed druggie. They do a porn film to make money. Sorry, just couldn't get into it. Nothing wrong with the story. Just didn't interest me.And then there's Morgan Freeman's mixed marriage with Jane Alexander. I found this part of the film very interesting.But, that means a third of the film didn't interest me.So, my only warning here is to be sure you like ensemble stories.

Muddled and syrupy beyond belief, "Feast of Love" defies logic and believability to the point where the fast-forward button gets gainfully employed. Part of the problem is Greg Kinnear, who ever since "As Good as it Gets" cant shake the gay image, but kidding aside really he plays yet another lost puppy dog cliché "good guy" with pal Morgan Freeman trying to give sagely advice while facing his own past mess. The movie is an overly-trodden soap including a massive gratuity of nudity and sex trying somehow to top off the bloat of an inane script and interactions. (spoiler)The kicker is a "six degrees of Kevin Bacon" situation where most if not all are somehow related and playing or watching football in a park together - kumbaya. And then a requisite jolting (death) to end on a bitter-sweet mood. Stay away.