The first scene in ABOUT SCHMIDT was, for me, the most powerful. Warren Schmidt (Jack Nicholson), on his very last day of a lifetime pushing paper for the Woodman Insurance Co., sits in his painfully barren office in an Omaha high rise watching the second hand of the wall clock tick down to 5:00 PM, at which time it will be quitting time - forever. Warren is retiring. As he walks out of his space for the final time, he looks back through the open door, hesitates, and then clicks off the light. His sense of loss and bewilderment is almost palpable.
In a culture where who you are is generally the answer to the question "What do you do?", Schmidt is suddenly nobody. He has no hobbies, pets, or outside interests. Only a wife of 42 years, Helen (June Squibb), with whom he feels only a fading connection, and one good male pal, with whom he has an apocalyptic falling out. An example of Warren's biggest thrill of an empty day is a sundae at the local Dairy Queen. Sure, he's recently purchased, at Helen's urging, a 35-foot Winnebago in which they'll tour the country. She's enthused; he's not. But it shortly becomes a mute point as Helen abruptly dies soon into the film. At the funeral, Warren is joined by his semi-estranged daughter Jeannie (Hope Davis) and her fiance Randall Hertzel (Dermot Mulroney), both over from Denver for the burial. Once they've returned to Colorado, Schmidt's appearance and lifestyle deteriorates. Then he decides to set out in the Winnebago for Denver, ostensibly to attend his daughter's nuptials, but also with the hope of talking her out of marrying the "numbskull".
Jack Nicholson turns in perhaps one of his best roles playing a man desperately seeking meaning and stimulation in a barren existence, certainly at 180 degree from the actor's own life. And he stumbles across more stimulation than he wants with Roberta Hertzel (Kathy Bates), the divorced and unabashedly irrepressible mother of Randall, in a hot tub scene that is tribute to the healthy self-image and self-assurance of Ms. Bates. Davis and Mulroney are both good as Hope and Randall respectively, the former who has Warren as a perpetual source of exasperation, and the latter who would cause clinical depression in any prospective father-in-law. And, lo and behold, there's Howard Hesseman as Larry, Randall's natural father. Remember him as Johnny "Fever" in the TV sitcom WKRP IN CINCINNATI?
Despite a depressing undertone, especially for one like myself onIy 12 years from retirement, I very much enjoyed ABOUT SCHMIDT except for the ending, which I thought too contrived, too pat, and not likely to buoy Warren up over the long haul. It is, however, good PR for those organizations that solicit one's sponsorship of a Third World child. Was there an agenda here?