As another writing-directing effort from Hollywood sensitive male Cameron Crowe (Jerry Maguire), this carried the burden of high expectations. I watched it holding my breath, waiting for the arrival of that singular punch to the gut that all of Crowe’s movies deliver. It never comes. Elizabethtown flounders, flopping about in search of a consistent theme, narrative and even character – the latter of which isn’t helped by a bland
Orlando Bloom, playing a professionally disgraced shoe designer who becomes ensconced in extended family at his father’s funeral. With Kirsten Dunst as the shoehorned and disturbingly perky love interest.
