Sunday, November 10, 2013

NO-HIT NOVEMBER, Bomb #2: IN-APP-ROPRIATE COMEDY (2013)

All through November we take a look at box-office bombs and widely maligned turkeys, to let you know if you might have missed a classic.  Or not.

 

InAPPropriate Comedy is the new "film" from writer-director Vince Offer, a.k.a. Vince Shlomi, a.k.a. the ShamWow Guy, a.k.a. the guy who punched a hooker because he claimed she tried to bite his face off. Every so often he takes the money he's made hawking kitchen junk and makes a movie. He made The Underground Comedy Movie in 1999, memorable from its prominent late night commercials and an appearance from a pre-Green Mile Michael Clarke Duncan as the "Big Black Gay Virgin."

And now comes InAPPropriate Comedy, also a Kentucky Fried Movie knockoff, also desperate to offend. It is the most unpleasant time I've ever had watching a movie.  Keep in mind that I have faithfully watched The Lonely Lady, An Alan Smithee Film: Burn Hollywood Burn, Dr. T & the Women, Wired, Cannibal Holocaust, Cruising, Corky Romano, and even The Underground Comedy Movie.  If Offer wishes to wear this as a badge of honor, then I wish him well.

The film combines a ravenous desire to offend every race, creed, sex, and sexual orientation on the planet with a profound lack of any kind of comic awareness or timing.  "Sketches" drag on without any kind of structure or focus.  There appears to have been very little writing, as most segments seem to be improvised desperately.

It's not that the movie is offensive.  It's that it tries to offend, but only succeeds by its own badness.  While The Underground Comedy Movie chose There's Something About Mary as its model and assaulted the audience with every bodily fluid it could imagine, InAPPropriate Comedy chooses Borat as its template and creates a series of faux-real-life sketches based around racism.  Offer finds racial slurs so funny that he bases pretty much all of the sketches around them.

Most of the running time is devoted to "The Amazing Racist," played by comedian Ari Shaffir, who might want to make this movie go away as quickly as he can.  He is placed in numerous situations in which he brazenly spouts racial insults at every race he can find: he's a driving instructor who hates Asians, a priest who tries to convince Jewish people to apologize for killing Christ, a vigilante who tries to deport illegals back to Mexico.  This might make for an interesting experiment, if the "victims" of his ruse weren't clearly actors who were directed to spout Jewish slurs right back at him.  And if Offer didn't allow each segment to drone on forever without a single laugh.  But he does, and keeps coming back to the character as if we'd like to see him again.

Another recurring sketch is "Blackass," featuring a team of African-Americans doing Jackass-style stunts centered around their blackness.  These sketches reach a Stepin Fetchit level of racial insensitivity.  One has a black man who enters an abortion clinic and offers his services with a coat hanger, and that's the joke.  In another, a woman introduces her two white friends to her boyfriend, who is a big black man, and that's the joke.  I felt sorry for the African-American actors, who are forced to utter unnatural-sounding ebonics as if Offer has plainly instructed them to replace every "is" with "be."

Adrien Brody turns up, as flamboyant cop "Flirty Harry," in what must have been a James Franco-style performance art piece.  These segments at least have a rock-bottom charm, as they're made up of nothing but Brody making gay puns. ("Go ahead.  Make me gay." Yep.)

The movie is far beneath the reputation of its other celebrity guest stars, who appear perpendicularly to the film, as if Offer wanted to keep at arm's length from the movie's more torturous scenes.  Rob Schneider's appearance here is akin to Cary Grant appearing in a Rob Schneider movie.  Michelle Rodriguez also appears for no real reason.  You know your movie's in trouble when its one (1) real laugh comes from Lindsay Lohan; I chortled at her little bit of paparazzi revenge near the end.

Some comedies are offensive but funny; others are simply offensive.  InAPPropriate Comedy is neither; it's simply filthy.  It isn't even made with enough skill to be disgusting.  It is a gaping black hole of comedy, with sharp white teeth that poke at you with every labored attempt to offend that falls flat.  When it's finally over, there is no real escape, for it has reminded you of what a dark, dark place the world is.

Zero stars out of ****

Saturday, November 9, 2013

NO-HIT NOVEMBER, Bomb #1: THE HOST (2013)

All through November we take a look at box-office bombs and widely maligned turkeys, to let you know if you might have missed a classic.  Or not.


The Host, based on Stephenie Meyer's first non-Twilight novel, is another young-adult romance thriller where teenagers fall desperately in love even when it puts their lives in danger.  It's not as depressing as The Hunger Games, where kids were forced to kill each other, but it's in the same ballpark.  It's thankfully missing the conservative sexual politics of the Twilight series, though it does hinge on a romance between two characters of wildly varying ages, in soul if not in body.  Twilight was about a 100-year-old vampire who fell for a 17-year-old girl; The Host is about a 1000-year-old alien of indistinct sex who simultaneously falls in love with the 18-year-old girl whose body it inhabits, and one of the girl's hunky friends as well.

The alien is called Wanderer, or Wanda for short (ugh).  It comes to earth as one of many invaders, "souls," who have taken over the planet and inhabited the bodies of human beings.  Wanderer is placed in the body of Melanie Stryder (Saoirse Ronan), a dissident who is one of few humans still alive.  But something is different about Melanie: her identity stays alive inside Wanderer, talks to her, and can sometimes control her.  Wanderer, like her namesake, becomes curious about Melanie, and helps her to find her family, who are still alive in the desert somewhere.

The setup is intriguing, and the love story just unlikely enough to be interesting.  This is a movie crying out for a director like Andrei Tarkovsky, who might have honestly explored the idea of a thousand-year-old being discovering earth for the first time.  Wanderer, who has been traveling the universe for a millennium, finally finds something on earth that she hasn't before, and Ronan is a good enough actress that she portrays this believably in early scenes.

The invading race of souls, unlike those in Invasion of the Body Snatchers, is not made up of faceless and emotionless pods, but of real, believable, advanced, evolved people who are merely colonizers.  They portray a society that knows it has advanced far beyond any others in the universe, and thinks nothing of eradicating the dominant species on earth.  But beyond that, they are smart, kind, courteous, and unfailingly honest, which leads to a funny car-theft scene that wouldn't have been out of place in The Invention of Lying.

The trouble is that the movie falls prey to Meyer's hokey writing, and it becomes gradually more interested in telling a teenage love story than an intergalactic emotional thriller.  Like in the Twilight films, we're asked to believe that an age-old wise traveler from beyond the stars just needed a little old school making out.  The kissy-kissy stuff grows more invasive, and the movie becomes less and less interesting.

The communication between the inner Melanie and the outer Wanderer also becomes silly, though there may not have been a non-silly way to portray it.  We hear an ambient voice-over of Melanie's thoughts as she talks from within Wanderer, but I wonder what it might have been like if we only saw and heard Wanderer, and if Melanie's influence on her were implied.  Melanie's dialogue from inside Wanderer leads to some of the movie's dumbest moments, as she's reduced to making snarky sarcastic remarks whenever Wanderer gets kissy-kissy with Ian (Jake Abel), one of the humans living with Melanie's family.

The writer and director is Andrew Niccol, whose first film, Gattaca, was as thoughtful and poignant as any sci-fi film since Solaris.  Like all of the talented directors who tried their hand at a Twilight movie, he gives it his all, but Meyer only takes the story skin-deep.  Wanderer is an intriguing character, but her schoolgirl crush on Ian doesn't build from anything and goes nowhere.  She's meant to have a growing fascination with human beings, but it's not represented as anything but a teenage fantasy.  The ending is a real cop-out.

Ronan does what she can, and there's an emotional farewell between Wanderer and Melanie that's well-made and genuine; though the writing is clunky, Ronan and Niccol play it right.  There's a setup here for a great sci-fi film, but the relationships in the film just aren't believable.  It is, like Twilight, a lot of dead space amid some interesting ideas.

** out of ****