A Love Song for Bobby Long
Two ex-college professors are drinking themselves to death in a rundown house in New Orleans, quoting literature at each other. The woman who owns the house dies, and her estranged daughter shows up. They don’t tell her the house belongs to her. Fairly predictable complications ensue.
The Big Easy settings are great, and that’s a plus. John Travolta tries to do a southern accent, and that’s a minus. Scarlett Johansson is beautiful and a great actress, and that’s a plus. I don’t much care for people drinking themselves to death, and that’s a minus. So I guess it comes out about even. Not a bad movie, but I just know that, a year from now, I won’t be able to remember much about it. Maybe only a month.