Judd Apatow's prior films have all had one thing in common, that is their very male-centric perspective. It is something he has often been criticised for, perhaps motivating him to address it in his latest film by casting an all-female lead in the context of his traditional bro-comedy formula. Given Apatow's résumé of Super Bad, Anchorman and Forgetting Sarah Marshall, one might expect Bridesmaids to induce similar levels of hilarity. The result, unfortunately, is the opposite.
Annie (Wiig) is a thirty-something year old woman recovering from the recent insolvency of her baking business. When best friend Lillian (Rudolph) asks her to be maid of honour at her upcoming wedding she is initially delighted. However she soon finds herself competing against Helen (Byrne), a prissy queen bee who seeks to usurp her as Lillian's BFF. Annie's attempts to plan the wedding consequently spiral out of control as she engages Helen in a battle to be Lillian's bestest pal.
Here's the difference between your standard Apatow-esque bromance and Bridesmaids. The straight-up dude comedy is what it is; brusque, surly, without scarcely a redeeming quality, but ultimately throwaway. Bridesmaids attempts this while adding another dimension to proceedings, one often found in romantic comedies. That is to say amongst the gross-outs and boorish behaviour found in the bromances of Apatow, Bridesmaids adds the nuanced, introspective devices seen in romantic comedies. These are the hooks which allow the female audience to self-identify with characters in the film. This is all well and good, but herein lies the crux of the problem. When you decide to "cross the streams" of the cantankerous tripe in your churlish dude comedy with all this reflective, character identification stuff you get "total protonic reversal". You cannot have a whimsical characters and interpersonal exposition while a fat woman shits in a sink. And that's not an analogy.
The most disappointing thing about Bridesmaids though is that it does nothing to invalidate sexist idioms such as 'women aren't funny'. If anything it actually does more to reinforce that notion. Sure, the movie industry has been crying out for women to take the leading roles in this genre, and maybe it's because this is the first that it has received such critical acclaim. However, just because it is the first that does not excuse what is a genuinely unfunny film. By all means Bridesmaids should in one sense be commended for trying to break the mould, but that doesn't take away from the fact that it fails as a comedy. For one thing women just don't seem able to pull off vulgarity as effectively as men. Such coarseness doesn't seem to sit with them. To descend to the stupidity and childish antics of men is more disquieting and cringeworthy than it is liberating. While this may well have been the intended effect, you would expect the LOLs to follow. They don't. The impression that is left seems that the decision to make women act 'like men' was taken either to attract more males to the audience, or purely to preach to the choir of the 'anything men can do, we can do better' branch of feminism. There's a reason why women have often been referred to as 'the fairer sex', and I'll admit this now girls; it's because you're better than us men-folk.
Perhaps it's most disappointing that Kristen Wiig's first lead is in such a shit film. It doesn't help that she, like her co-stars, are also trying ever-so-hard to charm their audience. Equally disappointing is just how underused some characters are. Cynical Rita (McLendon-Covey) and jejune Becca (Kemper) display sparks early of comedic potential but this is never capitalised on. Instead the fat Zach Galifianakis copy, Megan (McCarthy), hogs the limelight. Supposedly there to inject absurdity and raucous humour into proceedings, the character is probably the most irritating thing about the whole film. She's certainly big, but definitely not clever. Bridesmaids even manages to screw up the most simplistic jocular devices. For example, one running joke is how at an engagement party everyone has a spouse except for Annie. Guests then ask her "Oh, so you're not married then?" in a sheepish, embarrassed-for-her manner. It's a common comedic tool used to horrible effect. So what if she's not married? Why is creating a false aura of shame and awkwardness around a nothing fact supposed to be funny?! It's a contrived attempt at a joke which ultimately misfires.
Supposedly The Hangover for girls, Bridesmaids is perhaps the most overhyped and overrated film this year. It is in this hyperbolic hysteria and this expectant tag surrounding the film where a lot of the problem lies. Bridesmaids essentially branded itself as the women's Hangover which consequently set itself up as the litmus test for women's viability as comedic actors in Hollywood. But Bridesmaids makes for more uncomfortable viewing than it does humorous, reinforcing stereotypes while simultaneously damaging women's appeal as comedians. And yet, regardless of any critical standard women will flock to this as if rallying around some sort of liberating banner. What's worse is that if box office takings are anything to go by we can expect more films in the future of the same mould as Bridesmaids. In short, it's difficult to understand its wide critical acclaim. Maybe I'm missing something here. Maybe I've lost my funny bone. Or maybe men really are from Mars and women from Venus.
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Friday, 25 February 2011
Film Review: Paul
For some inexplicable reason, Simon Pegg and Nick Frost are deemed by many as some of the funniest muthafuckers this country has produced in the last ten years. This is in large part based on the successes of Shaun of the Dead and Hot Fuzz. This then prompted many to revisit one of Pegg's first forays into comedy, the cult sitcom, Spaced. Bandwagon jumpers started calling the series "ahead of its time", as if to somehow justify its omittance from the comedy hall of fame. Let's be frank though, Spaced, Shaun of the Dead and Hot Fuzz are boring, drab and meandering works of beige. The jokes aren't particularly sharp or laugh out loud, hitting one with a muted, dull thud. On that note then, one, or rather I, might expect Paul to be much of the same tedious shit.
Graeme (Pegg) and Clive (Frost) are two British geeks living the dream. On holiday in America for the annual Comic-Con event, the two have plans to take a road trip to see where the whole alien mythology began - Area 51, Nevada. While driving one night, the duo make first contact with a crass, four-foot alien named Paul (Rogen). Discovering Paul is on the run from the authorities, Graeme and Clive agree to help the little fella get home, all the while pursued by bumbling government agents.
Paul marks the first time that Pegg and Frost have actually written a script together, and it shines through that the two real-life best buds had a lot of fun with it. Essentially, this is a road-movie with a sci-fi twist. Pegg's previous efforts in Shaun and Fuzz were co-written with Edgar Wright, who also directed both, and it is immediately evident that there is a marked difference in tone between those and Paul. And it's for the better. Paul is immediately more engaging, almost having an airier, lighter feel about it. Yes, critics might say this is more commercialized, but it is also more charming and delectable than its predecessors.
As you would expect, the homages to geekdom come thick and fast, with references to Aliens, Star Wars and just about any other sci-fi franchise you can think of. There's even a cameo from Sigourney Weaver. Unfortunately, the film misses a trick by failing to humiliate the entire lore and conventions surrounding such nerdy pursuits. It is disappointing that Pegg and Frost shied away from this, probably out of fear that they would offend their core audience. As such, the film descends into shock-value comedy, running with one particularly tiresome gag which alludes to Graeme and Clive being gay. But Paul has a saving Grace, and that is, well, Paul - a potty-mouthed, pot-smoking little grey alien donning a pair of cargos. Paul injects an energy otherwise lacking, acting as a catalyst which allows all the other characters to develop and play off. Indeed, it was this energy which was so sorely missing in both Shaun and Fuzz.
I'm sure, out there, some pompous, self-important, pseudo-intellectual who "adores" the "genius" of Pegg's earlier works will lambast Paul for being "too crude" and "shallow". But nothing could be further from the truth. Paul is accessible, emanating a genuine radiance of warmth not present in Shaun or Fuzz. Yes, it's a nerdy tribute to geeks the world over, but it's also funny and full of heart. Definitely Pegg and Frost's finest work to date.
Graeme (Pegg) and Clive (Frost) are two British geeks living the dream. On holiday in America for the annual Comic-Con event, the two have plans to take a road trip to see where the whole alien mythology began - Area 51, Nevada. While driving one night, the duo make first contact with a crass, four-foot alien named Paul (Rogen). Discovering Paul is on the run from the authorities, Graeme and Clive agree to help the little fella get home, all the while pursued by bumbling government agents.
Paul marks the first time that Pegg and Frost have actually written a script together, and it shines through that the two real-life best buds had a lot of fun with it. Essentially, this is a road-movie with a sci-fi twist. Pegg's previous efforts in Shaun and Fuzz were co-written with Edgar Wright, who also directed both, and it is immediately evident that there is a marked difference in tone between those and Paul. And it's for the better. Paul is immediately more engaging, almost having an airier, lighter feel about it. Yes, critics might say this is more commercialized, but it is also more charming and delectable than its predecessors.
As you would expect, the homages to geekdom come thick and fast, with references to Aliens, Star Wars and just about any other sci-fi franchise you can think of. There's even a cameo from Sigourney Weaver. Unfortunately, the film misses a trick by failing to humiliate the entire lore and conventions surrounding such nerdy pursuits. It is disappointing that Pegg and Frost shied away from this, probably out of fear that they would offend their core audience. As such, the film descends into shock-value comedy, running with one particularly tiresome gag which alludes to Graeme and Clive being gay. But Paul has a saving Grace, and that is, well, Paul - a potty-mouthed, pot-smoking little grey alien donning a pair of cargos. Paul injects an energy otherwise lacking, acting as a catalyst which allows all the other characters to develop and play off. Indeed, it was this energy which was so sorely missing in both Shaun and Fuzz.
I'm sure, out there, some pompous, self-important, pseudo-intellectual who "adores" the "genius" of Pegg's earlier works will lambast Paul for being "too crude" and "shallow". But nothing could be further from the truth. Paul is accessible, emanating a genuine radiance of warmth not present in Shaun or Fuzz. Yes, it's a nerdy tribute to geeks the world over, but it's also funny and full of heart. Definitely Pegg and Frost's finest work to date.
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