The ultimate chick flick, if Lifetime were ever to produce a movie
Beaches would be it. All of the hallmarks of this insufferable genre
are here in surplus supply, from the bad flashbacks to the inane
montages, to the endless catfights and the maudlin climax that we know
must end with the death of a main character. (Oh, c'mon now, I didn't
just ruin the ending, you knew it already!) But Beaches is perhaps the
most offensive and annoying chick flick ever made, if only because,
well, Bette Midler is in it, and so many people love it
so much that I just can't let such cinematic crimes go
unpunished.
Admittedly, the opening scenes are the best, but
alas such simple pleasures are to be short lived. The film tells you
right upfront that one of the characters is about to croak, so let's
flashback to Atlantic City. There we meet pint-sized CC Bloom (Mayim
Bialik), an entirely unpleasant, undiscovered "talent," and
spoiled little Hillary Whitney, a rich brat who spends her days riding
horses and "thinking." After a single conversation on the
beach, these two intellectual powerhouses become instant friends for
life. What follows is an excruciatingly long story of friendship,
love, rivalry and...bad Bette Midler songs. As a lover of crap
cinema, there is much to cherish in Beaches. Hoping to jump-start a
flagging career and appear "middle-aged but sexy," Barbara
Hershey apparently had all of the fat sucked out of her ass and
injected into her lips. Too bad it went directly to her brain instead,
as she ends up giving perhaps the worst performance in an otherwise
fine career. Then there is, of course, the unstoppable Bette, whose
main talent seems to be a limitless capacity for self-absorption.
Okay, so she can sing, but with two characters as whiny,
annoying and insipid as these two dingbats, now we know why mothers
eat their young.
Directed by Garry Marshall with all the flair
of a TV movie - has this man ever made a decent flick? - Beaches
quickly settles into the oddly comfortable chick flick routine of
comedy scene-ultimate betrayal-catfight-tearful reunion-music montage,
repeat to fade. Best of all is the inspired climax, with poor Hershey
carted back out to the beach to die. While all the blue-haired women
around me in theater were sobbing, I still had to wonder - how would
Bette know when she had finally kicked? Wait for the tides to wash her
corpse off the shore? Watch for the buzzards? Or listen for the shriek
of a poor child building sand castles nearby, suddenly startled by the
sight of a decaying Barbara Hershey, her lips still the size of Mick
Jagger's? Just curious. 
Those of you still reading this might
be tempted to think that I'm being a bit harsh on Beaches. Okay, so I
can be a little sarcastic in my reviews. But don't get me
wrong, I absolutely love the film if only for all the wrong reasons.
Yes, I know there are thousands, if not millions of you out
there that still hold Beaches near and dear to your hearts. Fair
enough. Just please stay away from me. Don't write me letters, don't
call, don't send gifts. You scare me.
Video: How Does The
Disc Look?
Although presented in a new 1.78:1 anamorphic
widescreen transfer, this looks even scarier than Bette Midler's split
ends. I suspect someone at Buena Vista found an old print in Garry
Marshall's closet, because how else do you explain all the dirt,
blemishes and overall icky appearance? Aside from that, colors are
fairly well saturated if mushy, with fleshtones veering too far toward
the reds. Also disappointing are detail and sharpness, which appear
poor and undefined. Luckily, there aren't too many dark interiors or
nighttime scenes in the film, because shadow delineation is quite
wanting. But wait, there's more. Considerable edge enhancement is
present, and a few noticeable compression artifacts top it all off.
Not a very pretty sight, but at least it's in widescreen!
Audio: How Does The Disc Sound? 
Presented in English
Dolby 2.0 surround only, there isn't much going on here sonically. It
is a well recorded soundtrack, at least in terms of the music, but
watch out when it comes to the dialogue. You'd think with Touchstone
anteing up for the star wattage of Midler and Marshall at the helm,
they could have found someone better to do the ADR, because oftentimes
the looping looks way off. Dynamic range is fine with some of the
musical numbers coming through nicely, and low end is average for a
non-5.1 mix. Surround use is minimal, barely engaged even for ambiance
and the score. A middling soundtrack at best, but perfectly
listenable.
No alternate language options are included, only
English captions encoded as subtitles and true English Closed
Captions.
Supplements: What Goodies Are There?
As
part of Buena Vista's new cheapie budget line (it shows), nothing has
been included here at all, not even a trailer. Mercifully, we're
spared a Garry Marshall audio commentary or a Bette Midler photo
gallery.
DVD-ROM Exclusives: What do you get when you pop
the disc in your PC?
How odd...there are actually more ROM
features on a DVD than DVD-Video ones, although in this case it is
only a custom interface and some weblinks. Still, at least it's
something?
Parting Thoughts
I know anyone who
has gotten this far and still likes this film is probably composing a
death threat, but even the most diehard Bette-ites have to admit this
is a disappointing DVD, although for $19.95 (and probably cheaper if
you can get it online) it may be worth checking out. You've been
warned.