Stop me if you’ve heard this one before. A womanizing cad doesn’t believe in true love, even though he makes his living writing novels about it. He sleeps with one beautiful woman after another, never getting attached, always pleased when the women leave before he wakes up in the morning. But his whole world is turned upside-down when, out of nowhere, he actually falls in love with one of them.
Yes, it’s the ol’ “education of a douchebag” story, going by the title Mercy this time around and starring Scott Caan, who also wrote the screenplay. (It’s actually his third script; he directed the other two himself, and the first, Dallas 362, won the jury prize at CineVegas in 2003.) One is tempted to find autobiographical elements in Caan’s swaggering character, especially since his real-life father, James Caan, plays his dad in the movie, but I don’t know if that’s accurate. But it might be the more charitable interpretation, since without a personal connection there’s no reason to tell a story this generic.
It’s at the release party for his third novel that Johnny Ryan (Scott Caan) meets Mercy (Wendy Glenn), a gorgeous, slender brunette who, unlike most heterosexual women (or so we’re led to understand), is not instantly bowled over by Johnny’s smooth cocky charm. Nor, it turns out, does she like his writing. This wouldn’t normally bother Johnny — he prefers women who can barely read anyway — but in this case it’s troubling because she’s a New York Times book critic. Now with two reasons to pursue her (the usual one, and her negative opinion of his work), Johnny redoubles his efforts to get close to her.
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