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NY1 Movie Review: “Dinner For Schmucks”
Jul 29th
Steve Carell and Paul Rudd star in a new comedy that is based on a 1998 French movie, called “Dinner For Schmucks.”
Tim, played by Rudd, is a rising executive who, in order to get ahead at his firm, has to participate in his bosses’ cruel game. He literally runs into Barry, played by Carell, who is klutzy, clueless and quite possibly the king of the morons.
Barry, as stupid as he is, happens to be a very good-natured guy whose intentions and heart are in the right place. He wants to be a great friend to Tim, but unwittingly winds up messing up Tim’s entire life. That includes, among other things, destroying Tim’s relationship with his beautiful girlfriend and wrecking his nice apartment.
It’s sort of a one-joke premise that’s stretched to almost two hours and it feels much longer.
There are sporadic laughs along the way, but too often, “Meet The Parents” director Jay Roach, loads the film with too many slapstick sequences that grow tiring.
What does work is that both Rudd and Carell are such fine comedic actors that they elevate the level of the mediocre script. The opening and closing sequences are funny, and Zach Galifianakis, who’s in the movie briefly, is quite amusing and steals almost all the scenes he’s in.
The actual dinner, which is near the end of the film, is decently done, but even that is a bit over the top. If the director reeled that sequence in a bit and also cut down its length, it would have played better.
There’s a certain sweetness to this movie and that’s fine, but that might not be the best thing for generating laughs. The original French version, called “The Dinner Game,” had a mean-spirited dynamic between the two main characters that made the whole thing funnier.
As for the American version, “Dinner For Schmucks” is the kind of movie that would play perfectly late at night on TV, when nothing else is on and you’re looking for some mindless comedy that’s free to watch.
Neil Rosen’s Big Apple Rating: 2 Apples
Movie Review: Cinema escapists deserve a dash of ‘Salt’
Jul 29th
“Salt” is just a spicy excuse to have Angelina Jolie run around and blow things up. But you’ve got to admit she looks great doing it.
The spy played by Jolie is called upon to make frequent changes in wardrobe and hair color, yet one thing that remains the same is her sleek physique. You could do a lot worse when it comes to summer movie diversions.
This fast-moving figure is the whole movie, because otherwise “Salt” is a loud and empty thriller. It’s so relentlessly busy that you’re hurtled from one set piece to another and don’t have the time or, for that matter, the inclination to ponder just how ridiculous it is. All you’ll really think about is that its star looks terrific.
It’s appropriate that the spy played by Jolie has such a blunt name. Evelyn Salt is usually just referred to as “Salt” by the good guys, the bad guys, and the guys whose ethical identity is somewhat ambiguous.
Salt works in a Washington-area corporate office that’s a front for CIA undercover operations. She’s happily married to a German arachnologist, Mike Krause (August Diehl), whose profession ensures that poisonous spiders will figure into an intrigue-laden plot that’s already bursting at the seams.
Salt’s easygoing relationship with her CIA boss, Ted Winter (Liev Schreiber), and other colleagues is shockingly busted apart when a grizzled Russian spy brought in for questioning, Orlov (Daniel Olbrychski), makes the bombshell accusation that Salt is actually a Russian agent.
The political background for this detailed accusation is that the collapse of the Soviet Union did not halt Russian attempts to infiltrate American society. Indeed, the captured Russian spy describes a long-term scheme in which Salt and others were trained virtually from the cradle onward in everything from how to speak English to how to set off those action movie-friendly explosions.
These thoroughly trained spies then infiltrated American society and quietly settled down for years as they awaited orders to initiate a plan that’s as serious as nuclear war.
Even though many of the action sequences in “Salt” defy the laws of probability and of physics itself, the story’s sleeper cell underpinnings have uncanny echoes of this summer’s newspaper headlines about Russian spies living quietly in American suburbia.
These recent facts don’t exactly bestow quasi-documentary qualities on “Salt,” but they do make it a tad easier to go with the hectic story’s more extreme twists and turns.
Anyway, Salt is in a pickle. Her CIA colleagues now have reason to wonder about her background and her loyalty. For that matter, the audience also has reason to wonder. Director Phillip Noyce and screenwriter Kurt Wimmer give Salt plenty of brief biographical flashbacks suggesting there’s something to the Russian spy’s allegations against her.
Whether Salt is a CIA agent falsely accused, a Russian agent scheming against the United States or some sort of double agent ultimately committed to the American side remains a guessing game throughout the movie. Although the script cleverly provides sufficient evidence for any of those possibilities, it also shrewdly knows that the audience likes Angelina Jolie and will stick with her through whatever changes in wardrobe, hair color and political affiliation lie ahead. Grade: B-
“Salt” (PG-13) is now playing at area theaters.
Movie Review: ‘Dinner for Schmucks’
Jul 29th
By Christy Lemire, Associated Press

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In this film publicity image released by Paramount Pictures, Steve Carell, left, and Paul Rudd are shown in a scene from “Dinner for Schmucks.” (AP Photo/Paramount Pictures, Merie Weismiller Wallace)
NEW YORK (AP) — There’s a lot less bite in “Dinner for Schmucks” than there was in the classic French farce that was its inspiration.
Whereas “The Dinner Game” (“Le Diner de Cons”) from celebrated writer-director Francis Veber was a tight, sharp satire of societal pretension — and was nominated for six Cesar Awards in 1999 — this remake seems more interested in easy, broad slapstick.
That’s unsurprising coming from Jay Roach, director of the “Austin Powers” movies, “Meet the Parents” and “Meet the Fockers.” Still, Roach takes his sweet time getting to the big, wacky evening at the film’s climax. “Dinner for Schmucks” is 34 minutes longer than its predecessor, and feels like it. As Steve Carell and Paul Rudd get to know each other during a series of mishaps and misunderstandings, the pacing drags and the script takes this twosome through some seriously time-consuming, hit-and-miss detours en route to a predictably safe ending.
But Carell, being the smart, sensitive comic actor that he is, infuses what might have been an insufferably obnoxious character with some real humanity. You come to care about this guy, especially once you learn how he stumbled into his sad-sack life. The same can’t be said for Rudd’s character — the straight man in the equation — because he’s drawn so plainly, it’s hard to feel emotionally invested in whether he suffers or succeeds.
Rudd stars as Tim Conrad, a financial analyst on the verge of a promotion at a competitive private equity firm. But first, he must impress his boss (Bruce Greenwood) at a secret monthly dinner where the company elite compete to see who can bring the biggest idiot as their guest. Tim’s sophisticated girlfriend Julie (Stephanie Szostak) is appalled at the cruelty of this concept but — clearly being an idiot himself — he goes through with it anyway, hoping to impress her enough that she’ll finally say yes to his repeated marriage proposals. Flawed logic, but whatever.
When Tim literally runs into Barry Speck (Carell), a kindhearted IRS employee and amateur taxidermist, he knows he’s found his schmuck. In the original film, the poor, unsuspecting fool builds models of famous monuments using matchsticks. Barry makes intricate dioramas using dead mice he’s lovingly dressed up and placed in whimsical settings; the details of them, highlighted at the film’s start, are hilarious and awesome at once.
Being clueless about everything else in life, though, Barry gets his nights mixed up and gloms onto Tim early. Since he’s such a decent fellow, he tries to help Tim out of a series of sticky situations but, naturally, only makes things worse. This includes making Julie think he’s having an affair with a psycho stalker (Lucy Punch) and breaking into the loft of an arrogant artist and notorious womanizer (Jemaine Clement) who’s one of Julie’s top clients. They also run into Zach Galifianakis, underused in a one-note role as Barry’s work rival who fancies himself an expert in mind control.
Too often, these scenarios are uncomfortable for the viewer — not because of their intended awkward comedy, but because they’re just plain tedious to watch.
But Clement, best known for “Flight of the Conchords,” is a total scream here, cut very much from the same skintight cloth as Russell Brand in “Forgetting Sarah Marshall” and “Get Him to the Greek.” It’s as if he exists in his own movie — a deliciously weirder and infinitely more interesting one.
“Dinner for Schmucks,” a Paramount Pictures release, is rated PG-13 for sequences of crude and sexual content, some partial nudity and language. Running time: 114 minutes. Two stars out of four.
The Karate Kid Movie Review
Jul 29th
Even though it’s corny, unnecessary and far too long, this remake of the 1984 hit is surprisingly engaging. This is mainly due to the crowd-pleasing story and a relatively understated performance from Jackie Chan.
Dre (Smith) is annoyed when his mother (Henson) moves from Detroit to Beijing, where he’s mercilessly bullied by a gang of schoolboy thugs led by Cheng (Wang Zhenwei). Sure, there’s the cute violinist (Han) to distract him, but things don’t really start looking up until the maintenance man (Chan) agrees to teach him kung fu. Now Dre has three goals: learn skills to defend himself, compete in an upcoming tournament against Cheng and his evil mentor (Yu), and of course get the girl.
The plot is resilient enough to survive pretty much any transposition, and this film’s setting adds spectacular kung fu-training backdrops that make it look like a gorgeously produced propaganda film by the China Tourism Board. Although it’s unclear why they didn’t change the title, as “karate” is only mentioned once, dismissively. The 1984 film, on the other hand, is continually referenced visually, with only a few details changed.
And it’s a good thing that the story is so robust, because Smith is likeable although not very deep as an actor. He throws himself into the role physically, and is good in scenes where he’s a bratty 12-year-old, but his dramatic range is slightly limited. More resonant scenes are carried effectively by Henson and even Chan, who subdues his usual clownishness in lieu of something more haunted and dark. This nicely adds to the film’s central theme that these two people–shattered master and cocky novice–change each other dramatically.
That said, the plot couldn’t really be any more predictable than it is, even if you’ve never seen the original. But Zwart keeps energy levels high and fills the screen with witty elements that keep us from getting bored even as things stretch out far too long. There are about three too many montage sequences, but the fight choreography is extremely clever, leading to some breathtaking moments. And the pre-teen rom-com subplot will have the kiddies (and a few grown-ups) sighing.
MOVIE REVIEW: ‘Pelada’ made for hard-core soccer fans
Jul 29th
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Pelada (NR)
2 stars out of 4
Within 10 minutes after it starts, this featherweight documentary from Georgia native and Chamblee High School graduate Ryan White tells us (without intent) that soccer is the most popular team sport in the world, but not so much in the U.S. For anyone who has even just a fleeting interest in sports, this isn’t exactly news and for soccer lovers in this country, it’s just one more indicator that professional U.S. soccer is living on borrowed time.
Rather than belabor that point like the far more interesting “Once in a Lifetime” from 2006 did, White avoids the issue altogether and instead turns his film into a globetrotting road trip for two very lucky and talented amateurs (Luke Boughen and Gwendolyn Oxenham).
For the better part of a year, the romantically involved Boughen and Oxenham solicited funds from those who share their passion for the game and eventually collected enough coin to visit every continent in the world (except Antarctica) and connect with people of every conceivable race and creed who also share their passion.
Unless you live and breathe soccer, “Pelada” (Portuguese for football) is a colossally redundant snorer saved just slightly by exactly one scene that puts Boughen and especially Oxenham in quasi-bodily danger. Without giving much away, it takes place in (surprise) a Middle-Eastern Arab country.
Both almost good enough to have played professionally, Boughen and Oxenham’s sole mission is to hit as many places as their budget will allow in order to participate in street/pick-up games. Along the way they encounter many just like them, which is very nice in a kumbaya sort of way but comes off static and inert on screen. It’s the same feeling non-fans of baseball or golf have — playing it might be fun, but watching it is a crushing bore.
The rather simple but encouraging message the movie delivers is that soccer is the athletic elixir or salve capable of, however temporarily, soothing the differences of natural sworn enemies. If it can keep opposing teams of Arabs and Jews playing a night game in Jerusalem or hardened criminals in a prison courtyard on an even keel, it must be have some sort of universally mystical quality, right?
If you’re a soccer mom or dad and you think this could be something your children might like, you should know going in that roughly 75 percent of the dialogue is in languages other than English. While subtitles might help you understand what’s going on, they will likely perplex and confound anyone under the age of 10, no matter how much they love the game. (Tripod Media)
Movie Review: Cats & Dogs: The Revenge of Kitty Galore
Jul 28th
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Yeah, that’s Shirley “Goldfinger” Bassey singing over the Bond-ish opening credits of Cats & Dogs: The Revenge of Kitty Galore. Kids won’t get it, but parents may chortle at the James Bond pun of the film’s title, of hearing Dame Shirley belt out her version of “Let’s Get This Party Started” to open the sequel to 2001’s spy dogs vs. super-villain cats comedy.
But that’s pretty much the high point of this tedious time-killer of a kiddie comedy. The original was ahead of the curve in terms of muttering mutt movies. But this chatty 3D spy spoof is as hard-pressed for laughs as Marmaduke, once you get past the novelty of “Hey, the dogs and cats are TALKING.”
An evil hairless cat, Kitty Galore (nicely snarled by Bette Midler) has plans to take down all of dogdom with a high-pitched broadcast that will drive every dog on Earth nuts. “The planet becomes my scratching post,” she screeches, and the dogs believe her.
The canine spies, especially field agent Butch (Nick Nolte) are hot on her trail, pursuing a stool pigeon (Katt Williams) who may have some answers. They need some help from a new recruit, a chronic screw-up of a police dog, Diggs (James Marsden). They may even need the help of…grrrrrrrrrr…a CAT (Christina Applegate), one of the few non-evil ones.
Dogs and cats in jet packs and bat wings, riding motorcycles with fake humans on the handlebars, the odd gimmicky use of the 3D, Kitty Galore’s inept magician owner — are all potential laughs than never quite land. A better gag? The chase leads everybody to the house of a “cat lady,” filled with stoned kitties, “hopped up on catnip.” Well, this is set in San Francisco.
Parents with a memory of Nick Nolte’s career may get a kick out of his chasing his old Down and Out in Beverly Hills co-star, Midler, or his 48 Hrs. riff – “I’m too old for this poop!” Adults who know their Bond movies will laugh at the voice of “Tab Lazenby,” head of the cat spy corps (a former Bond).
But talky scenes and sequences spread out before us like spilt bags of kitty litter, with digital animals engaging in generic digital derring do. Putting an America’s Funniest Home Videos-style montage of real cat and dog antics over the closing credits only highlights how plastic the whole affair feels.
The new Wile E. Coyote/Roadrunner 3D cartoon paired with this movie scores almost as many giggles in three minutes as Kitty Galore and her henchmen do in 82 minutes.
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Cats & Dogs: The Revenge of Kitty Galore
Cast: The voices of Bette Midler, James Marsden, Nick Nolte, Christina Applegate, Roger Moore.
Director: Brad Peyton
Running time: 1 hour, 22 minutes
Industry rating: PG for animal action and humor.
Movie review: Get ready for implausible plot twists, turns in ‘Salt’
Jul 28th
Who is Salt? Well, I’m not quite sure. My guess is the makers of “Salt” don’t really know either, given the dysfunction of the final product.
Unfortunately, relaying too many plot details in a movie such as this gives way to major spoilers. The basics are that Angelina Jolie plays Evelyn Salt, a member of the CIA who has to interrogate a Russian defector that has turned himself in.
During the interrogation, the defector tells of an implausible history where an army of super-assassins was bred to bring honor to Russia by slaying dignitaries of the United States.
He ends the interrogation by saying that one of these Russian spies is named Evelyn Salt. That is when things start to get a little crazy.
The narrative that ensues is a hollow display of countless chase scenes and plot twists that both confuse and bore the viewer. No, I do not want to see another scene of Angelina Jolie running around, thank you very much.
With the exception of a few cool action sequences, the movie lacked originality and mainly settled for the norm.
My biggest complaint with the film is not how lifeless it is, but rather its ridiculously unbelievable story. The whole Russian super-soldier thing does not work, and regrettably that’s the major foundation of the movie.
Jolie is forgettable in a role that was originally supposed to be for Tom Cruise before he chose to go off and star in that other subpar action flick, “Knight and Day.” Cruise would have fit the part much better, but “Salt” needs more fixing than a believable protagonist.
So who is Salt, really? It doesn’t matter, just as long as we don’t get a sequel. For those of you who intend to see this film, save your time and money and meander in to see “Inception” again.
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Movie reviewer Jason Berlinberg can be reached at entertainment@collegian.com._
