The LEGO Movie 2: The Second Part
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Anyone who can sit through the whole thing and smile approvingly afterward gets my sympathy, and also probably deserves some kind of award for delivering a performance more convincing than any ever seen in one of their films.
Comedy requires a more delicate, specific touch, but here, the air is slowly let out of the balloon as the scenes limp forward.
Serial spoofers Jason Friedberg and Aaron Seltzer hit a new low with their first 'original' comedy.
Likely to be appreciated only by homeless viewers who need a quiet place to nap during the cold months of winter ...
Best Night Ever seems marketed to women but made for frat house consumption.
Best Night Ever is a regressive, cruel, and powerfully unfunny take on the women's buddy comedy.
What's right about Best Night Ever begins and ends with its cast, who have a nice rapport. The film, however, settles into a manic groove that is at once nonsensical and familiar.
Nearly every one of the film's attempts at comedy is clichéd, tasteless, or forced-sometimes all three at once
Friedberg and Seltzer trade in one gimmick for another.
The film tries to make up for the lack of an original story with over-the-top antics that, most of the time, aren't funny.
This is an awful picture from start to finish -- a cruel cinematic joke perpetrated by two filmmakers who've turned failure into daily business.
These quote-unquote filmmakers have nothing to offer the world of comedy or film and I've given up trying to figure out why people keep giving them money.
There are no more reviled names in the world of comedy than the duo of Jason Friedberg and Aaron Seltzer. Together, these writer/directors have unleashed such loathsome films as Epic Movie, Meet the Spartans, and their most recent spoof, The Starving Games. Each film was further evidence that Friedberg and Seltzer had no grasp on the basic tenets of comedy. But, free of the shackles of a spoof formula, what could these two accomplish? That's a question no one on the planet was seriously pondering but here comes Best Night Ever, a found footage comedy where four thirty-something female friends (Desiree Hall, Samantha Colburn, Eddie Ritchard, Crista Flanagan) travel to Las Vegas and get into oh so scandalous trouble. How original, right?
Being Friedberg and Setlzer's first straight comedy, it's fascinating how it fails in a completely different yet similar manner than their normal spoof monstrosities. The problem, among others, with their spoofs is that they are not structured for comedy but merely lame pop-culture references, with the reference standing in the place of what should be a joke. It's a notable absence of comedy. With their first original work, Friedberg and Seltzer lose the references but forget to replace them with, you know, comedy. Take for instance a scenario where our four heroines hide in a dumpster. The police are outside and they don't want to be caught. All right, this setup could afford some nice squeamish comedy. Instead, we hold onto the same painfully long night vision shot (4 minutes and 45 seconds - thanks Ignatiy Vishnevetsky at AV Club) with the ladies breathing heavily. It takes several minutes until this situation changes, when the girls start singing "What's Up?" by 4 Non Blondes as a patented means of soothing a panicked friend, which itself isn't any funnier. Let's unpack this scene. They're in an uncomfortable place and forced to be quiet lest they alert the police. Why set this up and do nothing with it? And the supposed payoff for the scene is more a jump scare than a joke, and it's not worth the wait. There's also a lengthy dialogue-free montage where the girls no a scavenger hunt of activities around Vegas, most of which are fairly innocuous for a sex comedy (rub a bald man's head?). There's no wilder escalation. When the girls put a blacklight to their seedy motel room, it goes as expected. Oh no, semen stains are everywhere, but you keep waiting for a capper. It's got to be more than this, something different, something a little more bizarre, like perhaps someone spelling out their name in semen. Nope. And that's Best Night Ever in a nutshell (no pun intended): a tediously long wait without payoff or jokes.
Best Night Ever wants to pretend it's intended for a female audience but the writing makes it seems like Friedberg and Setlzer don't know women. It's a girls' night out, and from a male perspective, which means a lot of shouting, "woo," dancing, drinking, and all sorts of tame activities. None of these people feel like human beings, let alone friends that we should care about. Being Friedberg and Seltzer's first R-rated comedy, the guys should be embracing the tasteless possibilities, getting their ladies into crazy scenarios that spiral out of control. Instead, the whole sad affair has such a timid feel, as if Friedberg and Seltzer decided a largely female audience would be put off by too much crass content. There's a sequence where the ladies take pills they found in am ambulance. All right, you're thinking, this should lead somewhere. Oh how wrong you'd always be expecting something from these two filmmakers. We're treated to an extended sequence of the girls just dancing for several minutes, in slow-mo no less, mouthing, "Best night ever." That's it. Why does the movie repeatedly pull its punches when it comes to the bridesmaids behaving badly? I think it's the misplaced idea of not wanting to rankle its target audience, that women have a lower quotient for bad taste.
Let's explore what happens in the lone sequences where Friedberg and Seltzer decide to indulge their R-rated crassness. The ladies kidnap the valet driver who they believe mugged them. Disguised in ski masks that can't help but trigger associations with Spring Breakers, they break into his home, strap him to his bed, and then one of the ladies eventually urinates on his face. And if that wasn't enough, she craps on him as well accidentally. Of all the directions this setup could have gone, a woman pooping on a man's face just seems lame, having to settle for cheap shock value over jokes. The end gives us our first glimpse of nudity, as the ladies stumble into the wrong hotel room on an amorous interracial couple. Incensed, the couple nude couple chases after them. The chief threat is an overweight black woman and, apparently, her overweight nude body is meant to be the outlandish joke. Oh look, a fat woman chasing after our characters! And so, her nudity is allowed because it's meant to be comical (visions of Borat dancing in my head). Like other sequences, this part is drawn out and exhausts whatever brittle comic potential it may have had. Then there's the lingering thought that the only minority characters in the movie are presented in states of undress, their nudity meant to serve as discomfort.
I understand the sexy marketing hook of making a found footage movie, but does the entire film have to be stuck in this limited narrative constraint? Can a movie not just incorporate found footage elements but be free to break away on its own, like The Purge? Alas, Friedberg and Seltzer embark on found footage and can't even adequately maintain that guise, often failing to produce reasons for why their characters are still filming. First off, why would anyone just film themselves introducing who they are on a bachelorette voyage when, presumably, the only people watching it will be close friends? Then there's the pesky habit where people keep holding the camera out, framing all four ladies so carefully. Then there's the fact that the footage is seen rewinding and fast-forwarding, presenting sequences out of sequence, some with intertitles added for dates because having a date stamp for a recording wouldn't be good enough. So, the age old question, who did all this? Who added music to the sequences? Then there's the fact that later on the camera cuts to reaction shots and different angles in single scenes, completely destroying the illusion of being found footage. Why blur nudity in an R-rated movie in general, but even more so, if this is found footage, what hypocritical hypothetical editor is blurring certain nudity and letting other nudity pass? Nothing of substance or humor is added to this film by forcing the prism of found footage. Instead it only makes the characters dumber and less realistic than the one-note placeholders they already are.
Let's talk about those characters. Comedies have a long history of putting together archetypes; take for instance The Hangover, a surefire inspiration for Friedberg and Seltzer. We've got the smarmy a-hole, the uptight straight guy, and the goofy nutball, all classic comic archetypes that can bounce off one another. With Best Night Ever we have... the... mother... the slutty one... the... actually it doesn't matter because the characters are so poorly written that they are indistinguishable. Not one of them has a personality or anything memorable to them. They're all one type: bland. The only way I was keeping track of who's who was by hair color, and even that is something of a challenge at times (two redheads?). Friedberg and Seltzer hastily throw in some "character details" for some, like one one just had her husband leave her for a man and another is a mother and has a breast pump. Okay, 1): why pump milk on a Vegas trip? Is that going to keep on the multi-hour car ride home? And 2): you'd expect with a detail like that there would be a later payoff.... Nope. Like most things in the movie, the details are just hastily thrown into the mix and readily discounted.
I was morbidly curious what Friedberg and Seltzer would set their sights on when not cannibalizing pop-culture in their spoof movies, and now I know. Best Night Ever is just as inept a comedy as their previous spoof atrocities. It irritates me even more that Friedberg and Seltzer could have done any comedy they want, and this is what they delivered, a tacky and too often timid sex comedy that has far too many drawn out sequences in place of actual humor. I don't think found footage works in the context of comedies. It provides a sense of realism, and the long takes naturally build tension, but these aspects benefit the horror genre, not so much comedy. With comedy you still need to develop setups, complicate them, provide payoffs, and make sure to provide detours from the expected. There is nothing truly unexpected from this girls' night out, and the cheap jokes rarely build or alter, so the pained setup at the beginning of the scene remains the same by the end. The simple premise of a bachelorette party gone wrong is ripe with potential, a potential that will never see any flicker of life under the guise of Friedberg and Seltzer. I never thought I'd write this but these two can just go back to their spoofs. Of course the first request would be never to make another movie again.
Nate's Grade: D-
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