|SHADOWS ON THE WALL | REVIEWS | NEWS | FESTIVAL | AWARDS | Q&A | ABOUT | TALKBACK|
dir Todd Phillips
prd Daniel Goldberg, Todd Phillips
scr Alan R Cohen, Alan Freedland, Adam Sztykiel, Todd Phillips
with Robert Downey Jr, Zach Galifianakis, Jamie Foxx, Michelle Monaghan, Juliette Lewis, Danny McBride, RZA, Matt Walsh, Mimi Kennedy, Jakob Ulrich, Naiia Ulrich, Todd Phillips
release US/UK 5.Nov.10
10/US Warner 1h40
Get me outta here: Downey, Galifianakis and Sonny
|R E V I E W B Y R I C H C L I N E|
This film purports to be a comedy and yet doesn't contain a single genuine laugh. Although there are a few very cheap ones. But the strangest thing is that it seems to have been written more as an angry drama.
Peter (Downey) is an architect in Atlanta on business, ready to go home for the birth of his first child. While his wife (Monaghan) waits for him in Los Angeles, he heads to the airport but gets entangled with dorky aspiring actor Ethan (Galifianakis) and ends up on the no-fly list. As Peter and Ethan drive cross-country a series of adventures ensue, from a stop to buy medical marijuana to a car crash caused by a spot of narcolepsy to an action-packed encounter on the Mexican border.
Along the way, the film is populated by scene-stealing actors like Foxx (as Peter's friend in Dallas), Lewis (as a Birmingham drug dealer), McBride (as an annoyed Western Union clerk) and RZA (as an airport screener). But where each of these sequences should be a riot of crossed wires and silly interaction, they merely propel the film's rage-based comedy further. Perhaps seeing Downey punch a child, spit on a dog or get into a brawl with a man in a wheelchair looked funny on paper. But it's pretty painful to watch.
At least Downey plays it dead straight, even finding resonance in the more emotional moments. And Galifianakis is also playing it straight as the kind of a complete idiot who only exists in the movies. The character is hugely inconsistent, contrived to meet the script's random demands. But then, every scene and plot turn is infected with this same clanking implausibility. And if we can't believe the story for a second, why should we care when the writers try to crank up the sentiment?
The problem isn't with the cast; they gamely dive into each set-piece with impeccable timing and a real sense of character. But they're undermined by lazy writing at every turn, while Phillips' direction lacks the spark of energetic unpredictability that he found in The Hangover. By contrast, this film leaves us with a hangover. My head still hurts.
|R E A D E R R E V I E W S|
|Still waiting for your comments ... don't be shy.|
© 2010 by Rich Cline, Shadows on the Wall|
HOME | REVIEWS | NEWS | FESTIVAL | AWARDS | Q&A | ABOUT | TALKBACK