Posted on 3/09/11 11:50 AM
I've always wondered, when people are paying to sit in a movie theater, why is it that they so often focus their attention on little, ubiquitous, lit-up devices in their hands instead of what's happening on the big screen? Well, if what's on the big screen happens to be Cedar Rapids, as it unfortunately was for me last night, perhaps they were diverting their attention to the little light in order to watch episodes of The Ricky Gervais Show, or perhaps the Wes Anderson classic Rushmore, because otherwise, I have no way to explain what the hell they were laughing at. Surely, nothing on the big screen was particularly funny. All I could fathom was that Cedar Rapids must actually be some sort of instructional video about new ways to reference your genitals and how to shout profanities, while, of course, masquerading as an indie comedy. If seeing Ed Helms half-naked doesn't make me laugh the first time, it probably won't the second or third time either. The film's biggest problem is not only that Cedar Rapids is never funny, but that not a single character develops beyond the page, each one a paper-thin version of industry cliches we have seen time and time again. And then the question begs itself, if it's not much of a comedy, then what is it? Drama? Not a lick. Horror? Sadly, no. It was not until I left the theater that I finally remembered the once familiar sensation of my lips gliding across my teeth to reveal a smile. I lost all recognition of anything remotely joy related while I sat there, watching the vapid mess on the big screen. I wish someone would have lent me a gander at their tiny comic device, so I could have had a laugh too.