Say it Isnít So
Brotherly love? Jo and Gilly (Graham and Klein) are about to have their romance interrupted...
dir JB Rogers
scr Peter Gaulke, Gerry Swallow
with Chris Klein, Heather Graham, Eddie Cibran, Orlando Jones, Sally Field, Richard Jenkins, Brent Briscoe, John Rothman, Jack Plotnick, Mark Pellegrino, Brent Hinkley, Henry Cho
release US 23.Mar.01; UK 15.Jun.01
Fox
01/US 1h35
2 out of 5 stars
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The Farrelly Brothers produced but let their cronies take a crack at writing and directing, and in many ways it's exactly like other Farrelly projects: uneven script, sporadically hilarious plot, cartoonish characters. Our hero is Gilly (Klein), a simple Indiana animal rescue worker who falls in love with the town's new hairdresser Jo (Graham) and embarks on a tender, funny romance. But Gilly is an orphan in search of his parents, and his dodgy private detective (Briscoe) comes up with some unsettling news: Jo's white trash parents (Field and Jenkins) are also Gilly's! The horror of incest sends Jo running back to Oregon to her old boyfriend (Cibran), while Gilly sorts out the truth (that he's not her brother after all) and goes after her with the help of a legless pilot (Jones).

Yeah whatever. The pedestrian, predictable plot isn't really important; the film seems to exist merely as an excuse to string together gross-out sequences. And while some of these are funny and clever, most have nothing to do with the plot or characters and never manage to reach any sort of punchline. The film lacks any real pacing, lurching to the next gag without a clue where to go once it gets there. Just when you're waiting for the big laugh, it skips to the next scene, leaving you wondering if there was something that should have been funny back there. This lame humour undermines any attempts by Graham and Klein to create characters we like, although they try valiantly. Sure, there are moments that make us laugh out loud, and the thing rarely pauses to catch breath. But it never grabs hold at all. And you can't blame Rogers; this film is no worse than most Farrelly-directed films (There's Something About Mary, with its consistently engaging tone and zingy humour, was a happy anomaly).
vulgarity, innuendo, language cert 15 11.May.01

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