Director Phil Morrison’s Junebug unfolds amid an impromptu family reunion: Prodigal son George (Alessandro Nivola) has returned to his North Carolina home following a lengthy absence — so long, in fact, that he’s gotten married in the interim to Chicago art dealer Madeleine (Embeth Davidtz), who accompanies him on the journey. It’s a premise that makes the film sound like yet another in an endless line of formula pictures about big-city folk descending upon the sticks. But in Junebug, the bonds of family and community flow (like almost everything else about the film) from a deep respect for the people and culture of the South, and a hard-gotten understanding of the perils of going home again. No character risks cliché. Each is as intricately detailed as a woodcut: the doting mother (Celia Weston) subtly betrayed by her son’s departure; the younger brother (Benjamin McKenzie) as terrified of fatherhood as he is enraged by his lack of ambition; and the very pregnant sister-in-law, Ashley (Amy Adams), whose wide, bulging eyes are such beacons of optimism and joy — even in the throes of labor pains — that we yearn to see the world though them. Ensemble casts like this are not easy to come by. Adams is something more than that — a brilliant young comedian bursting into bloom.
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To read Ella Taylor's interview with Junebug's Amy Adams, click here.
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