Knowing a neurotic freaky person is different from seeing one. Seeing several of those is different from seeing one. The modern day life style for perfection, overflowing information and more than needed psychoanalysis has given birth to the true breed of dysfunctional family. In olden days, there was an order in this set problems of family but now the balance has been achieved and the chaos has henceforth in full fledged process. “Flirting with Disaster” witnesses many of those people we begin to care but crowds it up and we not really care about them anymore.Mel Koplin (Ben Stiller), a new father aspiring to counteract this role in finding his biological parents. Do you know that feeling inside you which urges all the crazy cells in your body to go for something when you damn well know that the end result might not be what you are hoping for? Mel has taken a solid potion of it when the movie begins. His wife Nancy is played by Patricia Arquette, yes that blonde seductive and dangerous beauty plays her like a typical fresh mother. Not because of her edgy attitude but because of the way she lets her body flow unaware or not caring to be precise. Saying this might be the easiest judgment and conclusion I would have had but letting your body to go through such naked and explicit makes a woman free herself of the surroundings looking at her, at least for a while. And Arquette along with director David O. Russell makes that a point in their Nancy.
Mel has every one and everything going against him. The new baby without a name, his adopted parents Ed (George Segal) and Pearl (Mary Tyler Moore) going expectedly bonkers on him for his expedition and the tense and vulnerable adoption agency worker Tina (Tea Leoni) drive him through the air, road and inside of his brain. Mel is no clear minded himself. His need to find his roots after these years is a substitute for his fresh and blossoming problem of parenting. Nancy is supportive though is being slowly pushed to the boundaries of being annoyed and used.
“Flirting with Disaster” knows these people on the sledge and brings them one at a time. Seeing them do their things brings smiles out of the misery Mel is been put through. Mel and Nancy fly with Tina to San Diego to the mother (Celia Weston). They meet her and she is a nice enough woman embracing her son she gave away. They begin to share the commonality and the obligations to reflect the hereditary practices gets flowing. Soon it is realized that the woman is not really his mother and the computer did a mistake. Those damn machines of 90s. They always do that. Surviving the greatest awkward moment, they begin to travel towards Michigan to the supposed dad. You know where it is going from there on. May be but the idea is barge in these characters from varied places and put them to the mix in the pathetic situation of Mel and Nancy, and yes Tina too.
Everything goes fun and frolic and absorbing some sumptuous pleasure in these people’s pain. And David O. Russell wants more. He gets all the interesting characters we met in the first hour of the film and takes them to one spot where Mel’s actual and confirmed real parents are, (Alan Alda and Lily Tomlin). A bad choice indeed and they champion that mistake till the credits. A film which smells so much abundance of independent movie making inviting good stars in this flick loses all its ticklish but real sense of comedy and pain with thorough rinse of out of the roof chaos.
There is Richard Jenkins, Josh Brolin, Alan Alda and other talented names bringing riveting craziness to their American characters. Richard Jenkins and Josh Brolin on his early play this two cops that seemingly become increasingly a parallel to the married Nancy and Mel. Do not you just hate it when a film lets you down raising itself high and high and then finally not particularly shatter into pieces but simply fizzling it in the aim of achieving beyond borders of limitations? Well if you do not know, you will probably find it in “Flirting with Disaster”.
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