"I've hit the wall," proclaims Albert Brooks's character toward the
beginning of _The_Muse_, and one may feel the same about the
writer-director-star after seeing his latest, which ends in a most
lackluster fashion. But before the film hits that creative obstruction,
Brooks is able to get in a number of jabs at Hollywood, and elicits some
nice performances from his cast--that is, once he settles into a
comfortable comedic rhythm, which he takes his sweet time to establish.
That rhythm is established with the arrival of the title character,
played--in her neverending quest for respectability--by Sharon Stone, who
does fare well in this, her first major comic role. Her mysterious Sarah
Little claims to be a bonafide daughter of Zeus, bearing the divine gift
of inspiration. Boasting a long and illustrious list of satisfied
customers--including James Cameron, Rob Reiner, and, in the film's best
comic performance, Martin Scorsese--it takes fairly little to convince
jobless veteran screenwriter Steven Phillips (Brooks) to employ her
services.
Stone obviously has fun sending up her high-maintenance diva image as
Sarah, whose gifts come at a steep price; Steven must pay for all of her
ridiculous extravagances, such as a deluxe suite at a four-star hotel to
late night gourmet snacking food. The laughs arise from these situations
are as soft as can be expected, and while there are a few pieces of
dialogue where Brooks's famously caustic wit shines through (particularly
in Steven's scenes with pompous Hollywood industry types), the film's
sense of humor is characterized by a certain gentleness. This makes for
pleasantly witty, smile-worthy viewing, but not necessarily gut-busting
hilarity, such as the prominent subplot where Sarah inspires Steven's
wife Laura (Andie MacDowell) to start up her own business while Steven
himself remains bereft of story ideas.
And that's what ultimately happens to Brooks and writing collaborator
Monica Johnson. Hard answers about Sarah inevitably must come, and when
they do, _The_Muse_'s low-fi energy begins to wane. That did not
necessarily have to be the case, however, if the explanations propelled
the story into a new direction. Instead, though, Brooks and Johnson
paint themselves into a corner that they obviously had no idea how to get
out of, resorting to a twist ending that is as unsatisfying as it is
contrived. Appropriately enough, it seems that Brooks and Johnson needed
a muse of their own to really make this film work.