Gray Matters

Heather Graham continues her path toward TV movies.

Heather Graham seems resigned to mugging and shrugging out the remainder of her 30s in a series of undercooked romantic comedies. Too old for the edgy ingénue and yet too weirdly youthful to convincingly pull on the mom jeans, Graham, her early potential (and ability to transcend luscious looks) squandered, has strapped on the stilettos and reported for duty in Sue Kramer's execrable New York coming-out film. After admitting to her creepily co-dependent brother (Tom Cavanagh) that she is in love with his new bride (Bridget Moynahan), and being outed to her entire office (including the redoubtable Molly Shannon) in a bit lifted almost directly from Ellen, "Gray" (previously a hopeless singleton despite her fantasy-blonde status) dissolves into hysterics. She'll never get married now! People will stare! Lesbians get no respect, dammit! It's an obstacle course of emoting that would be a stretch even for champion mugger Drew Barrymore. Coming from the strangely vacuous Graham, in a Manhattan this preposterous, the staid social message is almost as ludicrous as its surroundings. MICHELLE ORANGE

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