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Review: Dinner for Schmucks

September 20, 2012

Originally Posted August 1st, 2010

There are few things worse than seeing a good premise squandered. Even worse is when a great premise can’t carry a movie with a stellar cast. You’ll rarely feel more robbed then when a trailer selling you a good idea and a strong cast doesn't make good on its obvious potential. Last year’s The Invention of Lying was one such film, having so much promise yet delivering on so little of it. You’d think a movie set in a world where everyone but Ricky Gervais has to tell the truth would be a laugh riot, but the final product didn’t live up to the pedigree. Dinner for Schmucks will probably go down as a film on par with Lying, because even with an A-list cast and a premise that seems golden, the end result is shockingly underwhelming.

Paul Rudd stars as Tim, a middle-of-the-pack business analyst trying to muscle his way into the upper echelons of his brokering firm, headed by a delightfully dickish Bruce Greenwood. In order to finally get the promotion and raise Tim desperately needs, he has to pass one final test: find a complete moron to be his plus one at a dinner party for the amusement of his co-workers. There, each employee’s dolt will compete for the prize of schmuck of the evening, an award which would surely grant Tim his promotion. Tim finds his idiot in Barry (Steve Carell), who he meets trying to save a dead mouse for his taxidermy creations, which he calls mouster-pieces. Barry’s various dioramas are a highlight of the film, especially his model recreating the invention of the BLT. Barry seems like a shoe-in for first place at the dinner, his intellect among the pantheon of Carell dimwits landing well below Michael Scott but only a hair above Brick Tamland.

What follows is the evening of buffoonery and wanton destruction that the trailers sold you on. But wait, first we need Tim and his curator girlfriend Julie (played by the lovely Stephanie Szostak) to get in a fight over Tim's willingness to subject some poor sap to humiliation so that he can get ahead. Also, Tim and Barry have to make sure Julie isn’t cheating on him by breaking into the house of Julie’s new client, the animalistic Kieran, played by up-and-comer Jermaine Clement, who's a variation on the Aldous Snow character Russell Brand popularized in Forgetting Sarah Marshall. And don’t forget, a psychotic stalker Tim had a one night stand with needs to show up courtesy of Barry’s bumbling interference. That covers only about half of the major subplots and characters in this film. If it isn’t apparent by now, then you should know that Dinner for Schmucks is not the quick chuckle fest about a bunch of bizarre characters at a fancy party the trailers would have you believe, but is instead an overstuffed comedy of mistaken identities and switched cellphones that feels every minute  as long as its nearly two hour runtime.

The movie works hard to set up the characters and situations for the crescendo, the results usually being pretty enjoyable. The titular dinner, which only makes up about the last fifteen minutes of the movie, is every bit as awkward and funny as the trailer would make you think, but getting to that point is a laborious process. The stalker subplot ends in great fashion but to get to that point you have to go through two or three scenes that are more frightening than funny, making you wonder if the character was necessary at all. The plot is motivated almost entirely by people mistaking something or someone for something else, such as the aforementioned cell phone switch, or Barry attracting the stalker online by pretending to be Tim. Such unlikely plot elements might have worked ten years ago when director Jay Roach made Meet the Parents, but by now it feels forced. I think most people today are aware enough to check which phone is there’s when an identical copy is sitting next to it.

The hit-or-miss gag's coast on the cast's delivery as opposed to witty writing, a shame considering the slew of incredibly talented comedic actors forced to make the most out of such a lukewarm script. Carell is the real nucleus here, and his ability to inject heart into even the most block-headed of characters shows why he’s so sought after. The supporting cast is equally exceptional, particularly Zach Galifianakis as a fellow idiot who specializes in “mind control.” Unfortunately though, the most disappointing performance comes from the man who is probably the best actor of the bunch, Rudd, who’s never been blander in a leading role. Now, Rudd has proven himself to be an immensely talented and funny actor over the better part of the last decade, but here, he has to play the straight-man to all of Barry’s wild antics, which leaves little room for his character to breath. He’s defined by his girlfriend and his job but little else, and he probably could have been replaced by any other actor, it’s just that Paul Rudd has come to personify the nice but unlucky guy in recent years.

Somewhere in Dinner for Schmucks, there’s an interesting commentary about the uncertainty of our current employment landscape and the tough choices you need to make when you’re living beyond your means. More importantly, there’s a funny comedy featuring a bunch of talented actors goofing it up at a fancy dinner party. But both are saddled with a mundane, bloated script, that leans heavily on overused plot elements, and runs at a length that completely sinks the laughs per minute ratio. It's a frustrating, borderline maddening little failure, because if this kind of talent can't make good, you start to wonder who can.

2 out of 5

Directed by Jay Roach

2010, USA

In *Yawn* (2 out of 5), Reviews Tags Bruce Greenwood, Dinner for Schmucks, Dinner for Schmucks review, Forgetting Sarah Marshall, Jay Roach, Jermaine Clement, Meet the Parents, Paul Rudd, Ricky Gervais, Russell Brand, Stephanie Szostak, Steve Carell, The Invention of Lying, Zach Galifianakis
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Review: Men in Black 3

May 27, 2012

Men in Black III is one of those movies that, according to all accepted rules of moviemaking, shouldn't be nearly as good as it is. Here we've got the third instalment of a high concept comedy, that's ten years out from a brutally disappointing sequel, with a lead who hasn't been in a movie in nearly four years, that had an astronomical budget, and a script that wasn't complete at the time of shooting. And to top it all off, it's about time travel, a genre based on the kind of careful forethought and planning that doesn't always mix well with the looseness of a broadly appealing comedy.

But it works, somehow, and its that ability to surprise after all these years that proves to be MIB3's best asset. Oddly enough, this doesn't come through all that well in film's first third, reportedly the only act fully written once filming began. 14 years since joining the Men in Black program, things haven't changed all that much for Agent J (Will Smith), as he and Agent K (Tommy Lee Jones) continue to act as a first response clean-up crew for alien activity in New York that risks exposing the presence of extraterrestrial life on earth.

Smith has been out of theatres since 2008's middling Seven Pounds, and his age lines will clue you in to the time gap since the original Men in Black better than anything else, but you wouldn't know it from the infectious energy he continues to bring with him on screen. His mostly one-sided bantering with the typically gruff K lets the pace roll over all the bits and gags that land with a thud, of which the opening half hour has plenty. Having Emma Thompson make funny noises for what feels like 5 minutes as new MIB leader O is a considerable waste of talent.

What finally kicks things off is the sudden disappearance of K, which despite J's cracks about his age, isn't due to senility. Seems an old enemy of K's, an inventively designed menace named Boris the Animal (Jermaine Clement), has escaped from earth's strongest alien prison (the location of which is worth keeping secret), and has set out to rewrite history with the aid of a pocket-sized time machine. With the timeline altered to facilitate K's death in 1969, J is the only one able to pick up on the change, and follows Boris back in time to prevent K's assassination.

Part of the charm of the Men in Black franchise has been its ability to handle heady, galaxy-spanning concepts and simplify them to their most enjoyable, the results being no different once the series decides to tackle time travel. It's a "fun first" policy that make Doc Brown's guidelines on the matter seem like Stephen Hawking compared to all of MIB's silly quirks, such as a craving for chocolate milk being a symptom of the timeline getting screwy and a climax that rejiggers the rules we've already established with no explanation.

The time travel conceit could have been played off as a gimmick if the rest of the film didn't have a secret weapon that's mostly new to the franchise: character development. As K frequently reminds his partner, the nature of the MIBs is to be emotionally detached and invisible, something J has yet to grasp. When J's temporal trip forces him to re-partner with a much younger, livelier K (Josh Brolin doing an astoundingly uncanny imitation of Jones), it's clear that something bad has to have happened to turn this dapper young gun, who's wooing the younger O (Alice Eve), into the ice cold agent of the modern day. Even J gets his own rushed, yet shockingly affecting, arc during the final act, though it does unintentionally retcon certain elements of the original film.

Completely out of character with most comedies, there's a real sense of personal stakes that accompanies J and K's usual mission to save the world, which creates a backbone for the film to lean on between the entertaining action set pieces, such as a downtown car chase on a pair of uni-bikes that look like the revolving lenses from the opening credits to Game of Thrones. It's unfortunate that the film goes long stretches without being especially funny (the exception being a gut-busting scene featuring SNL's Bill Hader as Andy Warhol), but it's almost always thoroughly enjoyable. And as a bonus, the worn-out sidekicks of the worms and Frank the pug are all but absent this time around, leaving more time for the actual stars.

Men in Black III manages to bring back just enough of the magic which made the first film such a hit that it makes you remember the endless potential the series had when it premiered all the way back in 1997. It modernizes itself in some disappointing ways by being noticeably more violent and vulgar than it's predecessors, but it also develops the universe of the Men in Black by taking to time to develop the characters who inhabit it. If someone could go back and erase MIB2, history books would make a lot more sense; despite how seemingly improbable it may be, MIB3 is the true sequel to Men in Black.

3 out of 5

In Meh--- (3 out of 5) Tags Alice Eve, Emma Thompson, Jermaine Clement, Josh Brolin, Men in Black, Men in Black 3, Tommy Lee Jones, Will Smith
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