Showing posts with label one-crazy-night. Show all posts
Showing posts with label one-crazy-night. Show all posts

Friday, March 1, 2013

21 & Over (**)

Had this been titled 18 & Under it might have been an apt tribute to the teen boys for whom this may hold the greatest appeal, and for whom this mixture of drunken revelry, potty-mouthed dialogue (“I‘m gonna fuck you with alcohol”), and sexual titillation may seem transgressive. Of course, some of these teens may need to be accompanied by their parents, who are more likely to see this as old hat.

It comes from Jon Lucas and Scott Moore, the writing team responsible for The Hangover, which I kind of liked, and can be seen as a very loose rewrite, or rehash. Instead of The Hangover’s Las Vegas, the setting is that other center of collective debauchery, the college campus. Instead of four over-30 guys, there are three 20ish ones. Miles Teller  plays the obnoxious one, kind of a pimplier version of the Bradley Cooper character in The Hangover. His straitlaced counterpart is played by Skylar Astin; he makes noises during the movie about the need to grow up. Their friend Jeff Chang (Justin Chon), rather than disappearing a la The Hangover, merely spends much of his 21st birthday in a drunken stupor, just short of requiring medical attention, presumably. This jury rigs a plotline in which his pals are desperately trying to get him home in time for his morning med-school interview.

As with The Hangover, the comedic elements include a series of mishaps, recurring characters, crazy revenge-minded persons (sorority girls, a male cheerleader and his posse), a large wild animal, and, of course, the “one-crazy-night” plot. Yet The Hangover seemed, if not exactly clever, at least a little bit fresh, and if not exactly plausible, then inhabiting its own reality. It had some element of mystery, even. Mostly, this appears composed of recycled parts of teen comedies past, possibly grafted onto a discarded old John Hughes script. Jeff Chang (always referred to by both names) is the most appealing character, except for the projectile vomiting scene and the drunk-driving scene, but he doesn’t speak for much of the time. Given the odd bit of quasi-racist humor in the movie, it’s probably worth mentioning the complete absence, as far as I could tell, of black people. Otherwise it’s barely worth mentioning at all.
 

viewed 2/26/2013 7:30 at Ritz 5 [PFS] screening and reviewed 2/27–28/2013

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Lapland Odyssey (***1/4)

If you see only one Finnish comedy this year, make it this genial comedy about one slacker’s overnight quest to finally get the “digibox”— digital TV converter—his wife has been asking for. Besides fitting into the slacker-comedy subgenre, it’s also a road movie. The humor is not especially culturally specific, but there does seem to be just a bit of the melancholy that hangs over a lot of Scandanavian films I’ve seen, like 101 Reykjavík, which paints winter in Iceland as a similarly dark force that dampens the soul of men, though not so much women. Beginning with the tale of a tree where five generations of men have hanged themselves is a bit bleak for a comedy, even if it happens to be told with gorgeous photography. But the hapless hero (Jussi Vatanen), traveling with his two pals and trying not to (again) disappoint his wife, brings the story to light and rather funny ending. I would have barely recommended the film but for the delightful…Finnish.

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viewed 4/11/11 at Ritz East [Cinefest 2011] and reviewed 4/11/11

Friday, April 9, 2010

Date Night (***)

Is it a romantic comedy if the couple are already together, and nearly get murdered in the first reel? Maybe, but the movie to which I want to compare this is The Hangover, only with the raucous groomsmen replaced with Steve Carell and Tina Fey as the suburbanites who find trouble in the big city. And the city is Manhattan instead of Las Vegas. The similarity is that, like the Hangover guys, they plan a small adventure—dinner in town—and wind up causing a bizarre series events involving a police detective, a muscular guy, a fancy car, and more.

More to the point, it’s a comedy where the mistaken-identity plot hovers between the zany and the ridiculous, and, if you don’t mind that, it becomes as much a reason to watch the movie as the laughs. Carell and Fey have a nice chemistry, and after a few minutes where screenwriter Josh Klausner tosses out borderline clichés about men and women, the rest is all about marriage as a partnership, which is nice. Perfectly pitched (not overdone) is the husband’s antsiness at seeing his wife getting flirty with the muscle guy, a shirtless Mark Wahlberg. Given that they’re supposed to be regular folk, the story requires them to be way too brave and resourceful (e.g., way to adept at donning disguises and breaking and entering), but everything does fit together at least. Frizzy fun.

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viewed 5/4/10 at Riverview and reviewed 5/5/10