Waiting for Guffman Reviews
Tagline: "You will drool at the splendor of these magic stools."
Waiting for Guffman is unique in Christopher Guest's mockumentary catalog in that it has a main character. As off-off-off broadway director Corky St Clair, Christopher Guest is a comic tour de force, equally unflappable and incompetent. Guest's riotous Corky is the center of the film, his unshakeable belief in his masterpiece driving the action, and yet to me, it is Eugene Levy's painfully awkward dentist who stole the movie. It is Levy at the zenith of his particular comic brilliance. Like Corky, he has some seriously incorrect ideas about his own talent. Genial and halting in his manner and with a very familiar taste for bad jokes, he is a type of guy recognizable to most (how many of these guys are doctors of some sort?). If not for Corky's arrival, he might have continued tormenting his patients with bad jokes his whole life, but he is transformed by the theatrical experience, coming to see himself as possessing the soul of a Borcht Belt entertainer. His singing is a thing of comedic beauty, as confounding description as Fred Willard's exhibition of banal remarks in "Best in Show". This movie is a lasting comedic tribute to well-intentioned ineptitude. Sort of like "Spinal Tap", but more consistently funny overall (even if no one thing in it can quite get to the level of Stonehenge).