Posts Tagged ‘Judd Apatow’

Farkakte Film Flashback: Bio-picky Edition

amelia01As we’ll no doubt be reminded when we see Amelia, which opens today, biopics are often a bummer. Just once I’d like to see the plane not crash, or the assassin miss, or Andy Kaufman not die of cancer. It can get depressing.

Still, I have a soft spot for these films. When an actor truly embodies the familiar figure who’s being, er, biopicked, there’s no doubt it can be riveting; I could watch Meryl Streep make boeuf bourguignon all day long. And biopics can even be fascinating when things go wrong, in a Bobby-Darin-must-be-rolling-over-in-his-grave kind of way.

I thought I’d revisit a few of both kinds in order to mentally prepare myself for the moment when Hilary Swank goes down over the Pacific. By the way, if I’m already dead when they begin looking for someone to play me in the story of my life, please tell them: definitely Zac Efron.

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Parlour to Parlour, Episode 8: Correatown

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Back in February of 2008, I was covering a show at the Hemlock Tavern in San Francisco for West Coast Performer Magazine. I had a friend helping out with photos, and second on the bill was another friend, none other than Chris Robley. Following Chris’ set, I was expecting a full band called Correatown, but what I got instead was a solo acoustic set by one Angela Correa.

Performing either with a band or solo, Angela Correa is Correatown, and as she told stories and exchanged jokes and banter with the audience in between songs at my first Correatown show — even pausing to acknowledge the medium sized red ball bouncing between members of the audience — Angela proved she was much more than just a singer/songwriter/guitarist with some fortunate connections. (more…)

Film Review: “Funny People”

Funny_People_PosterFunny People, the latest film by writer/director Judd Apatow (Knocked Up, The 40-Year-Old Virgin) has been advertised as being a comedy, when in fact it is more of a dramedy, which happens to contain many moments of true hilarity. It is Apatow’s most mature film to date (this in spite of the director’s need to talk about penises every 2.5 minutes in each of his films), and certainly the most mature work Sandler (Big Daddy, You Don’t Mess With The Zohan) has ever done in his life. While it’s not proof that either man will ever truly grow up, it’s a testament to the fact that both are maturing in their approach to the material they work on.

Sandler plays George Simmons, an amazingly successful former standup comedian-turned-actor, who has sold out his principles for a big mansion and a hefty cut of his movies’ box office grosses. He’s still good to his fans though, stopping to pose for pictures and crack jokes in order to make sure they crack a smile. However when George gets some tests back from his doctor, stating that he has an extremely rare blood disease and his chances are grim bordering on hopeless, he begins the slow path through self-absorbed grief to introspection and ultimately makes an earnest attempt to right the wrongs of his life.

At a comedy club one night, George happens to cross paths with Ira Wright (Seth Rogen, who also served as an executive producer on the film), a barely funny funnyman whose own friends at work and his roommates at home continually tell him how unamusing he is. Perhaps it’s the fact that Ira’s giving his all that one night, or George is too lost in his own self-pity to notice fully, but some of Ira’s material strikes a chord with him as having promise, and George hires Ira to write jokes for him. (more…)

DVD Review: “Role Models”

Role Models (2009, Universal)
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Role Models is a classic example of a “yeah, but” movie. As in:

“Aw, Christ, not another raunchy bromance comedy.”

“Yeah, but Paul Rudd is in this one.”

“And so is Stifler. I hate Stifler!”

“Yeah, but it was directed by David Wain.”

So on and so forth. This type of movie usually has just cool enough of a concept to trick you into seeing it, but can’t stick the landing well enough to justify its existence. In this case, however, it pleases me to report that the “yeah, buts” have it — Role Models is very funny, sometimes uproariously so, and it manages to avoid any of the buzz-killing filler that bogged down like-minded films such as, say, Wedding Crashers.

The movie manages to succeed in spite of the fact that it doesn’t ask any of its leads to do anything they haven’t already done in a dozen movies — Paul Rudd, Seann William Scott, and Jane Lynch all fall back on the screen personalities that made them famous — and despite relying on kiddie profanity for much of its humor. It works for two reasons: One, Rudd, Scott, and Lynch are very funny, and two, a cute little kid saying horribly nasty things is also very funny. Role Models has a tired plot and it makes pitifully poor use of Elizabeth Banks, but it doesn’t matter — Wain knew all he had to do was put his (largely improv-trained) cast in front of the cameras, turn them loose, and wait for the laughs to arrive.

Rudd’s an immensely likable actor, but he works best when offering a few tablespoons of droll seasoning as a supporting player in someone else’s film; Scott, meanwhile, can be entertaining in the right setting, but watching him play minor variations on Stifler for the last 10 years has gotten pretty old. Role Models circumvents both of these problems by essentially making Rudd and Scott supporting players — they’re in almost every scene, but once their characters get the plot rolling, they fade into the mix with the rest of Wain’s talented ensemble, offering pretty much everyone who has any lines the chance to be funny.

The setup is simple: Danny (Rudd) and Wheeler (Scott) are co-workers for an energy drink company that pays them to drive around to middle schools and deliver motivational “say no to drugs” presentations. Danny, who handles the speeches, hates his job, himself, and everyone around him; Wheeler, who dresses up in a furry minotaur costume, is a happy-go-lucky horndog. When Danny’s girlfriend (played by Banks) responds to his spur-of-the-moment proposal by dumping him, the stage is set for a confrontation with a middle school security guard (Louis C.K., in a split-second role) that ends with the co-workers sentenced to 150 hours of public service at Sturdy Wings, a Big Brothers Big Sisters-type organization headed up by an addle-brained recovering addict (Lynch, of course). (more…)

DVD Review: “Forgetting Sarah Marshall”

Forgetting Sarah Marshall (2008)
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It’s become awfully fashionable to hate on his movies all of a sudden, but personally, I still regard the words “a Judd Apatow production” as a harbinger of moderate-to-gutbusting laughs, not an excuse to lament the rise of schlubby slackers in top-grossing comedies. Given that I have a pair of toddlers in my house, and given that my house is located 20 minutes from the nearest sad strip-mall cineplex, I see relatively few films during their theatrical runs — but I did manage to catch Knocked Up last summer, and I particularly enjoyed Jason Segel’s turn as Seth Rogen’s casually lecherous roommate, so I’ve been looking forward to seeing Forgetting Sarah Marshall for months.

Lo and behold, what should arrive at my house but an advance copy of the three-disc collector’s edition of Forgetting Sarah Marshall? Hooray and hallelujah. I may have spent eight hours last week listening to new albums from Jessica Simpson and the New Kids on the Block, but this job has its perks, too.

But I digress. If you haven’t seen it, you only want to know whether Sarah Marshall sucks; if you have, you’re just waiting to hear whether the bonus materials are worth your $20. I’m here to help. (more…)