Morgan Freeman, Greg Kinnear, Radha Mitchell, Alexa Davalos, Selma Blair, Toby Hemmingway, Billy Burke

Feast? What Feast? I�m famished.

Seems people aren�t just being condescending or cheeky when referring to �Feast of Love� as �that one where Radha Mitchell takes her clothes off� because, quite frankly, they�re the only two reasons � sorry, bit cheeky � to watch.

The idea is clever enough � we view a group of interconnected yankies as they struggle to get their loves on track, and, well, make sense of it all � but the execution leaves a lot to be desired. Not only does Robert Benton�s film move about as fast as, well, about as fast as Robert Benton (!), but the punch has truly been left from the bowl. It�s got no kick.

Morgan Freeman is wasted as the film�s narrator and main thread; the man who has a personal connection to most of the film�s main characters. And though the always-dependable Greg Kinnear and the abovesaid Mitchell (�Rogue�) fare a little better in their parts, they still seem a little tired here � as far as Mitchell goes, she probably just realised half-way through filming that she�d been hired to strip, and little else.

It�s sad to see such great actors in such dull, uninvolving films.

A film of a similar structure, that did absolutely nothing at the box office but deserves to be seen, is ��Playing by Heart�� (1998). Check that out instead� it�s probably half-way down a bargain bin somewhere at your local disc dealer.

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Reviewer : Clint Morris