On the Rocks review: "Bill Murray essays pure, distilled Murray-ness"

On the Rocks
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GamesRadar+ Verdict

Sofia, so good. Coppola takes Manhattan with a breezy, beautifully observed daddy-daughter portrait.

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“And remember, don’t give your heart to any boys. You’re mine, until you get married. And then you’re still mine...” Spoken over a black screen, On The Rocks’ opening lines could be the prelude to a dark psychodrama of paternal possessiveness.

Instead, Sofia Coppola’s latest emerges as a beguiling, souffle-light comedy that could be an aged-up companion piece to the writer/director’s Somewhere (2010). 

There are also echoes of Woody Allen in the set-up, which sees author Laura (Rashida Jones) and her philandering father Felix (Bill Murray) tailing Laura’s possibly faithless husband Dean (Marlon Wayans) all over a picturesque Manhattan. 

As the quest takes them across the border, the film almost descends into a farce of lesser-Allen proportions. But it’s yanked back from the brink by the terrific leads’ lived-in portrayal of a loving-but-complex dad-daughter relationship.

Conjuring past roles (Coppola’s Lost In Translation, Broken Flowers), Murray essays pure, distilled Murray-ness, charming and disarming everyone in his path (grandkids, waiters, cops) while drolly spouting gender-stereotype bullshit (like that opener) that self-deconstructs on impact. Jones’ reactions to the feckless Felix – whether smiling indulgently or shutting him down – are effortlessly on point. 

She also nails Laura’s work-life juggling, investing unforced feeling in everything from her writer’s block to those three words that come so easily to parents: “Go to sleep.” 

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