By cowriting and serving as executive producer, the late John Huston could be said to have passed the baton to son Danny Huston on Mr North. Unfortunately, Danny has not only dropped the stick but tripped over his own feet in his feature film debut, a woefully flat affair which even a stellar cast cannot bring to life.
The 1973 novel by Thornton Wilder is a resolutely old-fashioned tale about an unusually gifted young man who stirs things up among the rich folk in Newport, RI, circa 1926.
Wilder’s fanciful yarn has Theophilus North, a bright Yale gradulate, arriving in the seaside bastion of old money and extravagance and making his way in society by magically curing the rich of what ails them, and charming them to boot.
All of this gains North a reputation as something of a savior, but doesn’t go down too well with the pillar of the local medical community, who drags the shining fellow into court.
Anthony Edwards gives it a reasonable try in the leading role, his matter-of-factness in the face of extraordinary accomplishments proving rather appealing, but he can’t singlehandedly rescue this waterlogged vessel.