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‘Admission’ needs to polish its resume


March 21. 2013 7:08PM


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What should be a hilarious, long-overdue pairing of two hugely likable, superstar comedians ends up a major disappointment with “Admission.”


Tina Fey and Paul Rudd surprisingly never have worked together. In theory, her smart, zingy persona should mesh beautifully with his easygoing goofiness. Instead, Paul Weitz’s direction of Karen Croner’s script is tonally erratic: too fast in spots and too much of a slog in others.


It certainly doesn’t help that the characters, based on Jean Hanff Korelitz’s novel, feel like types without much nuance. Even reliable comic veterans like Fey and Rudd can’t find much that’s new or fresh in these people, and as a result they have zero chemistry with each other.


Fey, as a Princeton University admissions officer, is always uptight, precise and emotionally closed-off. Rudd, as the do-gooder founder of an alternative New England high school, is always free-spirited, adventurous and open-minded. Even in the fantasy world of romantic comedies where opposites attract and sparks fly, these two have no business being together; they never change each other, and that’s supposed to be the source of comedy.


Fey’s Portia Nathan has been analyzing and rejecting prospective Princetonians for 16 years, and as evidenced by her tidy office and the verbatim speech she gives when visiting the nation’s top high schools, she has it down to a science. Ironically, though, she hates children — babies, to be specific — and shares a quiet, safe life with her condescending English professor boyfriend (Michael Sheen, stuck in a one-note, one-joke role).


When the dean of admissions (Wallace Shawn) announces he’s retiring, Portia finds that she and a rival colleague (Gloria Reuben) are the top candidates to replace him. To distinguish herself, Portia agrees to visit the crunchy-granola New Quest school at the urging of its creator, Rudd’s John Pressman, who happens to have been a classmate of hers at Dartmouth.


Turns out, John has a particular student in mind for Portia to meet: the slightly odd but obviously brilliant Jeremiah (Nat Wolff), whom John believes is the child Portia gave up for adoption back when they were in college. Jeremiah just happens to want to go to Princeton.


At the same time, Portia’s longtime boyfriend unceremoniously walks out on her for another woman (in the kind of scene that only happens in the movies) so now she’s free to be with John, who … isn’t exactly right for her, either.


“Admission” awkwardly grasps for serious feelings within all these wacky deceptions and manipulations and forces heavy, third-act emotions on us. Some of the few moments of heft come courtesy of a radiant Lily Tomlin as Portia’s mother, a maverick feminist and intellectual who has forged her own notion of what it means to be a woman and parent and urges her daughter to do the same. Watching these two groundbreaking comedians share the screen is one of the film’s few real joys.


And seeing the college-application process behind the scenes — the lobbying, the favors, the weeding-out — is actually kind of fascinating if this is indeed how it all goes down. So maybe there were some surprises here after all.




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