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Director : Shelley Jensen
Producer : Daniela C. Cretu, Philippe Diaz, Jenna Mattison, Darla Rothman
Screenwriter : Jenna Mattison
Starring : Jenna Mattison, Sean Maguire, Armand Assante, Jennifer Blanc, Betty White, James Avery, Mindy Cohn
Maggie Malone (Jenna Mattison) is the type of girl that exists only in the
movies: She lives in San Francisco, works in a bookstore (where virtually no
one ever shops), rides her bike everywhere (invariably downhill), has a cat and
lots of candles, and is friends with the homeless guy who lives in the alley
downstairs (he even watches her bike for free!). She's so quirky she shakes
hands with a waiter at a fancy restaurant! That's darn quirky!
Maggie Malone's story, alas, is almost too cliched even to exist in the movies.
One boring day at the shop (run by Betty White, pretty much the only remotely
interesting part of the film), Maggie discovers an old copy of Great
Expectations, and suddenly she finds herself being granted a series of wishes,
courtesy of a young British guy (Sean Maguire) who says she has a secret
benefactor, who apparently is loaded with cash. (Sound familiar?)
From fancy dinners to a new car (she can't even drive) to a penthouse
apartment, Maggie is given loads of free stuff. Her perfect life has somehow
become even more perfect. But who is this benefactor? And why is his little
friend such a massive tool?
Ultimately, The Third Wish (and in my mind, that's misleading, as Maggie gets
way more than three wishes) is a love story between the mismatched couple,
complete with endless montages set to every Monkees tune you've ever heard. The
identity of the benefactor will be revealed in the end. You won't care who it
is, namely because it has nothing to do with anything that's happened up to
that point.
Shelley Jensen, directing his first feature film after spending 20 years
directing hundreds of sitcom episodes brings nothing much to the table here.
The film comes off like an episode of Caroline in the City (which Jensen worked
on), only without a laugh track. It could have used one: Mattison's script has
a few zingers but most of her jokes fall flat on their face. Painfully, in some
cases.
In the end, I only have one wish: For 90 minutes to be returned to me.
Where's Bea Arthur when you need her?
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" Grim "
Rating: PG, 2005