There's no place for
mawkishness in a film like this; such elements might have worked had the movie claimed to be a realistic portrayal of young adults, but when you have a character as outrageous as Stifler, that's clearly not the case.
Not exact matches
But the fragmented storytelling and oozing
mawkishness so wildly out of place
in a movie about monsters eating people signals the death rattle for the project.
It's a little reactionary
in a kind of «Forrest Gump» - y sort of way — the moral runs that it's better to be decent than brilliant, happy than successful — but the film is well - meaning and the performances from a stellar cast (Joe Mantegna, Ben Kingsley's accent, Laurence Fishburne, Joan Allen, Laura Linney, William H Macy all show up) mostly walk the right side of
mawkishness.
Worse than that is when McCarten tries for
mawkishness, as
in a sequence of Churchill communing with the common man.
while the overt emotionality of an episode such as Vincent and the Doctor (
in which the Doctor meets up with Vincent van Gogh to battle a space monster) may tie into the show's larger mythos however veers into
mawkishness.
It jokes (thankfully without mocking, although it's a fine line) and condescends, with a finale that is inevitable
in its
mawkishness and bad taste.
It's endearing
in its
mawkishness, and the storybook nature of its narrative is of the same quality you'd find on a child's bedside table, but it isn't a satisfying game to play despite the contrivances it makes
in an attempt to fool you into thinking it is.