An enormously likable ensemble, headed by Marisa Tomei and Anjelica Huston, struggles hard to give the proper color, texture and mood to "The Perez Family," Mira Nair's seriocomic exploration of Cuban immigrants in Miami at the time of the 1980 Mariel boatlift. However, with half of the cast overacting and the other underacting, and writing that is at best uneven, result is a disappointingly messy picture that seldom finds its dramatic or emotional core. B.O. outlook is lukewarm, with the Goldwyn release also suffering from inevitable comparisons with Gregory Nava's far more accomplished and enjoyable multigenerational Hispanic saga "My Family," which is in theaters now.
An enormously likable ensemble, headed by Marisa Tomei and Anjelica Huston, struggles hard to give the proper color, texture and mood to “The Perez Family,” Mira Nair’s seriocomic exploration of Cuban immigrants in Miami at the time of the 1980 Mariel boatlift. However, with half of the cast overacting and the other underacting, and writing that is at best uneven, result is a disappointingly messy picture that seldom finds its dramatic or emotional core. B.O. outlook is lukewarm, with the Goldwyn release also suffering from inevitable comparisons with Gregory Nava’s far more accomplished and enjoyable multigenerational Hispanic saga “My Family,” which is in theaters now.In her third and most ambitious outing, following the admirable childhood expose “Salaam Bombay!” and the spicy interracial romance “Mississippi Masala,” Nair confirms her attraction to the cinema of outsiders, people living on the margins of society but yearning to establish a “home.” Based on Christine Bell’s popular novel, adapted to the screen by Robin Swicord (“Little Women”), “The Perez Family” chronicles the entangled lives and romances of Cuban immigrants as they forge a new existence — and new families. For two decades, Juan Raul Perez (Alfred Molina) has patiently endured hard prison life by dreaming about a reunion with his wife, Carmela (Anjelica Huston) , who’s had to raise their daughter Teresa (Trini Alvarado) alone in Miami. Finally free and on board a boat to the promised land, Juan meets Dottie Perez (Marisa Tomei), a spunky prostitute who proudly proclaims, “I’m like Cuba, used by many, conquered by no one.” The voluptuous, free-spirited Dottie has absorbed the symbols of the American Dream, rock ‘n’ roll and John Wayne, though she’d settle for meeting Elvis Presley if Wayne isn’t around. Once they arrive in the U.S., the immigration authorities erroneously enlist Juan and Dottie, who share the same surname, as a married couple. On the other side of town, Carmela’s eager anticipation to meet her hubby turns to disappointment in the mistaken belief that he has not made it over. Remainder of the sprawling, episodic tale details how Juan and Carmela deal with their apparent abandonment. An indefatigable survivor, Dottie takes advantage of Juan’s frustration, realizing that if they want to stay in America they’ll need to become a family. And the wistful, melancholy Carmela finds herself drawn to John Pirelli (Chazz Palminteri), a charming police officer who finds excuses to pay regular visits to her house. A major problem is the film’s relentlessly incoherent, often soft gaze at its characters. Attempting to make at once a charmingly freewheeling and socially poignant movie, director Nair can’t find the right balance among the tale’s multiple facets. Indeed, the personal, touching stories of exile and hope only seldom cohere with the story’s more political dimensions. The end result is an inconsistent movie whose tone and mood change from scene to scene — as does the quality of writing and acting. As she has demonstrated before, Tomei is a spunky, attractive performer who has the audience on her side, but it’s hard to determine if she can carry a movie. Though alluring in appearance, Tomei is loud and overemotive, sporting an often-jarring heavy accent. In contrast, the usually reliable Huston underacts, rendering one of her most low-key performances. Though basically miscast, she still has some effectively quiet moments with Alvarado and Palminteri. The two women have no scenes together; when the saga switches from Tomei to Huston, the texture changes so radically that they seem to belong in different movies. The men — Molina in the lead role, Palminteri as the romantic cop — acquit themselves with more credible perfs. Their acting is more naturalistic. Mark Friedberg’s resourceful production design, Stuart Dryburgh’s detailed, often exuberant location lensing and Alan Silvestri’s boisterous music all contribute to a colorful sense of time and place. But Nair’s muddled mise en scene is accentuated by Robert Estrin’s editing, which pushes along from one key encounter to another, seldom finding those pauses where quiet emotion and meaning count. The scenes remain scenes — they don’t flow together, and, ultimately, they don’t add up.