Showing posts with label Kevin James. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kevin James. Show all posts

Saturday, January 22, 2011

The Dilemma

"Mouth Wide Shut"

I put up a snarky comment on the LNTAM Facebook page that nothing strikes fear into my heart so much as the words "A Comedy by Ron Howard."  A little facetious, perhaps.  I like Splash a lot and Parenthood may be my favorite of Howard's films.  But the director of so many thunderously ponderous dramas does not have the necessary light touch,* at least these days, when it comes to directing comedy.  Instead, he's dependent on the flip style of his stars (like Tom Hanks and Steve Martin) to rise above his heavy hand, and The Dilemma** has no such talent in evidence.

Not that Vince Vaughn and Kevin James don't try, but they're caught in a script so painful in its ramifications that you feel more sympathy for them than any mocking superiority, that might allow some amusement.  It's a "Comedy-of-Errors" story, an "Incredible-Mess" scenario, and wants (wants, mind you) to say something about "the futility of good intentions" as well as "the value of honesty."  But, then goes out of its way to show that one should just avert your eyes and walk away.  The results, and the messages, are mixed.

Ronny Valentine (Vaughn) is a gambling addict in denial.  His struggles with the problem have previously derailed a relationship with Beth (Jennifer Connelly), and they're coping with honesty and trust issues, because its easier for Ronny to bull-shit over embarrassing situations with elaborate fictions rather than just stating the truth.  Its a helpful business strategy for him in his business with Nick Brannen (James) in automobile developmenttheir current scheme is to give electric cars the same vibrating muscle power as a gas-guzzlerBut, lately, he's been thinking up elaborate ways to pop the question to Beth.  During one of his scouting forays to an ultimate proposal sight, he is appalled to find Nick's wife, Geneva (Winona Ryder, welcome back), canoodling with a young dude (Channing Tatum), something that a) affects both his personal and business relationship with his college buddy and b) strikes at the core of his fear of entering into marriage with BethNot to add stress to Nick's life, he chooses to add stress to his own by NOT saying anything (except to the duplicitous Geneva, who is ready to make life VERY uncomfortable for Ronny).  This leads to a series of mis-understandings and down-right lies that makes everyone in Ronny's life think that he's back to his old tricks of hiding the truth to cover his gambling habits...and, indeed, by taking the dilemma by the horns, he is gambling with his life and relationships and losing...badly.

Hilarity is supposed to ensue, but nothing approaching a smile cracked my face.  Ronny's habit of lying, fudging and obfuscating makes him an easy mark for any sort of suspicion and the situation he finds himself in is somewhat Kafkaesque.  The former gambler can't win for losing, and the thought that kept pin-balling through my mind was "since the creative Hail-Mary's of over-promising to his potential clients is so integral to his success, how can he effectively keep his salesmanship from entering osmotically his personal life?" (Honestly, that's what I was thinking).  I found it tragic more than comic, and wondered how any person with an addiction can hope to live out a normal life...even after overcoming it.

Pretty depressing thoughts to arise from a comedy.

Maybe such thoughts wouldn't have popped up if I'd laughed more.

Or...at all. 

The Dilemma is a Cable-Watcher.




* I'm omitting, of course, the bright spot of Ron Howard's recent comedy output, his shepherding of the TV-series "Arrested Development," whose crazed blunderbusting of the immaturity of the entitlement class was one of the better comedies of recent years.

** The most interesting aspect of The Dilemma is the spelling of its title.  I'd always learned that it was spelled "D-I-L-E-M-N-A," and would frequently make a joke of too literally pronouncing it "dilem-na."  But, these days spell-checks and my own (previously trusted) Random House Dictionary spells it with the double "m." However you spell it, it's a quandary. 

Monday, January 19, 2009

Paul Blart: Mall Cop

"Go Away, Pain..."

"What'd you boys see last night?" the wife asks.

"Uh...Paul Blart: Mall Cop..."

(pause) "....what?"

"Paul Blart: Mall Cop"

"Say again...slow-er"

"Paulll...Blar-t...Mallll...Cop"

"...a movie about, I presume, a mall-cop?"

"....yes."

"What exactly does a "mall-cop" do?"

"Well, he's a security guard for a shopping mall, settles disputes among customers, checks parking, he has no gun, and no real authority, but he keeps the peace...in the mall."

"O-kay (pause) You guys went to see this?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Well, Steve was in town, so...it was either that, two horror movies, "Slumdog Millionaire" again or "Notorious."

(silence)

"...It was sold out."

"It was?"

"Two screens"

"What?"

"Same as for Slumdog Millionaire"

(pause-shakes head ruefully) "...Maybe I should go back to Bali."*

But wait...there's more. "Paul Blart: Mall Cop" was the #1 movie at the box-office this weekend, taking in a staggering $38 million. That's at least six times what it looks like it cost. The story of a morbidly obese mall guard (Kevin James, "The King of Queens") who takes his job very seriously skutting through the crowded mall on his Segway, attempting to keep whatever peace a mall has, has quite a few laughs, quite a lot of product placement, and quite a bit to pump up the kids.


After a not-bad first half that introduces the sad-sack—living with Mom (Shirley Knight!) abandoned by his green-card seeking wife with a child, hypoglycemic, and never quite making the cut for the New Jersey Police Department—the movie turns a bit prosaic with a mall-heist on Black Friday,** becoming "Die Hard in a Mall" (as James describes it in the "First Look" feature before the film—amazingly it didn't give away the best jokes and only the prat-falls).

The heisters are a mix of attractive and unattractive young people with inexplicable parkour skills, who have special ways with bicycles and
skate-boards and do all the things kids have wanted to do in a mall with all those escalators, ramps, hanging decorations, elevators, and back-corridors.*** James is left alone in the mall, determined to take them down single-handed and rescue the hostages while a SWAT team waits, growling outside. His character attempting stealth tactics are some of the funniest parts of the movie. James has a grace that is particularly enjoyable to watch, and his moves on the Segway approach the balletic.

But let's not get too sentimental here: this is a paint-by-numbers effort designed to attract the masses with the least offense (supposedly--why are the criminals the most competent of the characters?) and as much "warmth" as one can shove into a movie. The biggest thing that distinguishes "PB:MC" is it's one of the few comedies of the past couple of decades that hasn't tossed out perfunctory fart and poop jokes for easy laughs (and this, coming from Adam Sandler
's production company). The comedy comes from character which is a nice change. But the film ticks off formula-point after formula-point. There's the "cute girl" at the mall that Blart is attracted to—a Keane-eyed ingenue (Jayma Mays) working at the hair extensions kiosk—so, of course, there must be a rival for her affections who's a jack-ass in the form of a full-of-himself pen salesman (Stephen Rannazzisi). There's the scenes where Blart embarrasses himself in front of her, but....and you can probably fill in the rest of the movie.

Inoffensive, sporadically funny, and not taxing, that's this one.

"Paul Blart: Mall Cop" is a cable-watcher.

*K. has just returned from a month-long trip to the isle of Bali, where there are lots of Hindu temples, 100° sweltering heat, no malls...amd no mall-cops. She is re-adjusting to Western "civilization." Things like this don't help.

** The mall-robbery is presumably why it's not playing at the mall 16-plex down the street. They had a fatal shooting there at the beginning of the Holiday season.

***The teen sitting next to me watched a by-now expected somersault over a rack of clothes by one of the criminals and said, "What? He couldn't'a walked around?" thereby giving me hope for his entire generation.