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Frequency

***1/2

Rated on a 4-star scale
Screening venue: Odeon (Liverpool City Centre)
Released in the UK by Entertainment Distribution on June 16, 2000; certificate 15; 118 minutes; country of origin USA; aspect ratio 2.35:1

Directed by Gregory Hoblit; produced by Bill Carraro, Toby Emmerich, Gregory Hoblit, Hawk Koch.
Written by Toby Emmerich.
Photographed by Alar Kivilo; edited by David Rosenbloom.

CAST.....
Dennis Quaid..... Frank Sullivan
Jim Caviezel..... John Sullivan
Andre Braugher..... Satch DeLeon
Elizabeth Mitchell..... Julia Sullivan
Noah Emmerich..... Gordo Hersch
Shawn Doyle..... Jack Shepard
Jordan Bridges..... Graham Gibson
Melissa Errico..... Samantha Thomas
Daniel Henson..... Johnny Sullivan, six years old


It's a common reaction of the bereaved, both in movies and life: "If I could only go back, and speak to him one last time!" Gregory Hoblit's "Frequency" is an amazingly engrossing movie because it is based around that concept -- a simple, potent notion that gives the film an unexpected level of poignancy. Here is a highly professional thriller with an ingenious plot, but what really stands out are the character-based moments. They moved me to the brink of tears.

The film is about a New York City cop, John Sullivan (Jim Caviezel), who in 1999 finds his deceased father's ham radio sitting in a cupboard gathering dust. He takes it out and searches for some friendly voices -- more to remind himself of his dad than to find a cheap alternative to Internet chat rooms -- and soon comes across a strange one, who is amazed at John's knowledge about the 1969 World Series. This guy turns out to be Frank Sullivan (Dennis Quaid), John's father, talking to him from thirty years in the past.

How could this be? Who knows. Time-travel tales are full of paradoxes and impossibilities -- it comes with the territory, and we have to accept it. So do these protagonists, and after they become fairly confident that things really are as they seem, father and son embrace the chance to communicate with each other. It's cool for Frank, who can find out how his 'little Chief' will end up, and a major opportunity for John, who has not seen his pop since he died in a fire... in 1969.

The radio communication lets John help Frank avoid this incident, but meddling with the past has a domino effect, and in the alternate reality that results, John's mother Julia (Elizabeth Mitchell) has been murdered. With John's guidance, Frank has to stop this event from occurring. "Frequency" is the story of how they work together to track down and defeat the killer.

A transition from drama to thriller has the potential to leave us feeling cheated, but that doesn't happen in "Frequency", because the atmosphere of the opening scenes, the sub-plot of John's police work and the pacing of the story leads us to expect it. Every move the film takes is driven by the same principle -- the lives of loved ones being in danger -- and the story's thriller elements are predictable in their general outline but not in their details. So a lot of suspense is generated -- from our care for the characters, from our involvement in the twists of the story, from the danger of the action sequences, or from all three.

My only problem with "Frequency" is that the closing scenes fly past with too much haste, and contain tacky effects of music and makeup. Either the filmmakers were embarrassed to devote energy on creating a satisfactory emotional resolution, or their money suddenly ran out and they had to catch the last few shots before lunch. Otherwise, this is mass entertainment of the highest order. Quaid has a strong, good-natured, benevolent aura that is in-keeping with most people's memories of their fathers. Caviezel, as in "The Thin Red Line", intrigues us with his troubled intensity, and we're with him all the way through the incredible situation he finds himself in. "Frequency" was directed by Gregory Hoblit, whose debut "Primal Fear" I was one of the early champions of, and whose "Fallen" was extremely fascinating in parts. He always picks material that requires us to suspend a lot of disbelief; but when we do, the rewards are great.

COPYRIGHT© 2000 Ian Waldron-Mantgani


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