It starts with a glance across a crowded room, doesn't it? That spark of connection that feels almost fated. Prelude to a Kiss (1992) captures that initial whirlwind beautifully, the intoxicating rush of falling in love where compatibility seems effortless and the future stretches out like a sunlit path. But what happens when that path takes a sudden, inexplicable detour, forcing you to question the very nature of the person you adore? This film, adapted by Craig Lucas from his own acclaimed play, delves into that unsettling territory with a quiet grace that lingers long after the tape clicks off.

We meet Peter Hoskins (Alec Baldwin, bringing a steady, earnest charm) and Rita Boyle (Meg Ryan, radiating her signature quirky effervescence) as they navigate the exhilarating, sometimes awkward, dance of courtship. He's grounded, maybe a bit conventional; she's a free spirit, a bartender with anxieties about the world and a touch of endearing pessimism. Their chemistry is palpable, that comfortable intimacy that feels both new and deeply familiar. Their wedding day arrives bathed in sunshine, seemingly the perfect culmination of their love story. But then comes the moment – an elderly, unknown guest (Sydney Walker in a performance of profound gentle melancholy) requests a kiss from the bride. It’s fleeting, seemingly innocuous, yet it’s the precise instant the film pivots from romantic comedy into something far more strange and thought-provoking.
The honeymoon should be idyllic, but Peter senses something is amiss. Rita seems... different. Not just post-wedding jitters, but fundamentally altered. Her memories are foggy, her mannerisms changed, her perspective on life jarringly shifted. Baldwin masterfully portrays Peter's dawning confusion, his desperate attempts to rationalize the irrational, and the sickening dread as he realizes the woman beside him might not be the woman he married. It's here that Prelude to a Kiss transcends its romantic setup to become a poignant fantasy exploring the essence of identity and the true meaning of commitment.

The film hinges on the fantastical premise of a soul swap between Rita and the elderly stranger, Julius. It’s a concept that could easily descend into farce, but under the sensitive direction of Norman René (who also helmed the original stage production and the powerful AIDS drama Longtime Companion), it retains a surprising emotional weight. René, who tragically passed away from AIDS complications shortly after this film's release, brings a nuanced understanding of themes surrounding mortality, transformation, and loving someone beyond their physical shell. It’s impossible not to feel an extra layer of poignancy knowing the director’s own circumstances while watching a film that asks us to see the soul beneath the surface.
The performances are key to selling this delicate conceit. Meg Ryan, then arguably at the zenith of her "America's Sweetheart" rom-com fame following When Harry Met Sally... (1989) and Sleepless in Seattle (1993), tackles a genuinely challenging dual role. She must first embody the vibrant, slightly neurotic Rita we come to know, and then subtly shift into the weary, observant, yet quietly hopeful consciousness of Julius inhabiting Rita’s body. It’s a performance that requires incredible control, conveying an old soul looking out through young eyes without resorting to caricature.


Similarly, Sydney Walker is the quiet heart of the film. As Julius, both before the switch and later, trapped in his aging body but possessing Rita's youthful spirit, he exudes a gentle dignity and profound sadness. His portrayal of Rita-as-Julius, experiencing the limitations and impending finality of old age for the first time, is deeply moving. Baldwin, caught between these two transformed souls, becomes the audience's anchor, his love and loyalty tested in ways few could imagine. Does he love the physical form, the memories, or the intangible essence of the person?
Prelude to a Kiss isn't about flashy effects or grand pronouncements. Its power lies in its quiet intimacy and the profound questions it raises. It asks us to consider what truly connects us to another person. Is love about shared history, physical attraction, or something deeper – a recognition of the soul? Watching Peter grapple with this, trying to reconnect with the essence of Rita trapped in Julius's ailing body, is unexpectedly compelling. I remember renting this from the local video store, probably expecting a standard Meg Ryan romance, and being utterly captivated by its strange, melancholic magic. It stayed with me, this story of love tested by the impossible.
The film isn't perfect; the pacing occasionally reflects its stage origins, and the fantastical element requires a significant suspension of disbelief. Yet, its emotional honesty and the strength of its central performances make it a rewarding watch, especially viewed through the nostalgic lens of the VHS era where quieter, character-driven stories often found their audience.

This rating reflects the film's undeniable heart, its brave premise, and the superb central performances, particularly from Sydney Walker and Alec Baldwin. While perhaps hampered slightly by a stage-bound feeling in certain scenes, its thoughtful exploration of love, identity, and mortality resonates deeply. It successfully translates a delicate theatrical concept to the screen with sensitivity and grace.
Prelude to a Kiss remains a unique entry in the landscape of 90s cinema – a fantasy romance with a surprisingly philosophical soul. It leaves you pondering not the 'how' of its magical premise, but the 'why' of human connection, long after the credits roll and the VCR whirs to a stop.