I Pronounce you Preachy and Boring
August 24th 2007 10:40
I confess, I haven't seen Hollywood comedies for a while, so when opporunity presented itself to watch I Pronounce you Chuck and Larry, I grabbed it. I also confess, it was the presence of Jessicaa Biel, to whom I am partial to, must have had greater say in luring to the movie.
To say the movie was gross is an understatement. It thrives on grossness. It lives in a world of grossness. Still, I gathered that this must be a pretty lame concoction compare to some other comedies that are doing the rounds there. There is no wit on display, there is no poker faced humour, there is no people throwing cakes into each other. When I mean gross, I do not mean the repeated use of fart as a humourous device. I mean the joyless, leery, toilet-tinted hues that spread over huge quantities of cleavages and obese derrieres slipping in your face like fungus-fested icecream cans. Like an out of focus myopic, it has to gaze and gaze before it can register any sight and beat the scene over and over again before it can register any meaning out of what it wants to say. It has humour only in one way, the malicious humour of clowns who bare thier ugly warts as a dare for you to laugh.
It tries to inhabit the world of Balzac's The Droll Stories and I do not mean that as a compliment. Balzac too was a man festering with hatred for the bourgeiose and wrote hundred little pamphlets which he called novels and wrote the Droll Stories as a diversion,a collection of vaginal hair and breaking wind.
Chuck and Larry combines both those aspects of Balzac; when it is not displaying mounds of human flesh, it is busy preaching in a very finger-wagging sort of way. Chuck and Larry are two firemen who are also best buddies. One is a widower mourning his wife's death, the other is a playboy who romps up with half a dozen Asian girls. When Larry risks losing his benefits, he talks his best friend into faking a domestic gay partnership. The usual culprits act in the usual way. The firemen gang initially show their disapproval but then do the I am Spartacus gig at the court. The postman across the corner turns out to be a closet gay. Yeah, the heterosexual playboy belches out a vomit of a speech about what hearts of gold the gay people have. Even within in the very limited scope of its premise, the movie cannot get anything right.
As for Ms.Biel, she plays the role of an earnest, reprssed lawyer so earnestly that she forgets that while she is serious, the audience should be laughing with her. Still, it is only the display of her miraculous organs that redeems human flesh in this botch job of a comedy.
Picture courtesy:www.fasthack.com
To say the movie was gross is an understatement. It thrives on grossness. It lives in a world of grossness. Still, I gathered that this must be a pretty lame concoction compare to some other comedies that are doing the rounds there. There is no wit on display, there is no poker faced humour, there is no people throwing cakes into each other. When I mean gross, I do not mean the repeated use of fart as a humourous device. I mean the joyless, leery, toilet-tinted hues that spread over huge quantities of cleavages and obese derrieres slipping in your face like fungus-fested icecream cans. Like an out of focus myopic, it has to gaze and gaze before it can register any sight and beat the scene over and over again before it can register any meaning out of what it wants to say. It has humour only in one way, the malicious humour of clowns who bare thier ugly warts as a dare for you to laugh.
So bountiful that he has to assure us they are real, Jessica Biel
It tries to inhabit the world of Balzac's The Droll Stories and I do not mean that as a compliment. Balzac too was a man festering with hatred for the bourgeiose and wrote hundred little pamphlets which he called novels and wrote the Droll Stories as a diversion,a collection of vaginal hair and breaking wind.
Chuck and Larry combines both those aspects of Balzac; when it is not displaying mounds of human flesh, it is busy preaching in a very finger-wagging sort of way. Chuck and Larry are two firemen who are also best buddies. One is a widower mourning his wife's death, the other is a playboy who romps up with half a dozen Asian girls. When Larry risks losing his benefits, he talks his best friend into faking a domestic gay partnership. The usual culprits act in the usual way. The firemen gang initially show their disapproval but then do the I am Spartacus gig at the court. The postman across the corner turns out to be a closet gay. Yeah, the heterosexual playboy belches out a vomit of a speech about what hearts of gold the gay people have. Even within in the very limited scope of its premise, the movie cannot get anything right.
As for Ms.Biel, she plays the role of an earnest, reprssed lawyer so earnestly that she forgets that while she is serious, the audience should be laughing with her. Still, it is only the display of her miraculous organs that redeems human flesh in this botch job of a comedy.
Picture courtesy:www.fasthack.com
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Comment by JohnDoe
Film & TV on DVD
Good work Cenacle.
Comment by Tracy
Movies and Life
This is a great review. I've heard that the film is appalling, unfunny and relies on homophobic stereotypes to see it through....
Ah well, at least the experience wasn't wasted as your review is good and warns others not to see it....
Tracy