Okay,
today's lesson is a crash course in how to be funny. And
no, I am not going to be teaching. Despite my amazing wit
and repartee, I will hand this over to some fantastic
comedy movies. And then show you how not to make a
comedy. First up, Some Like It Hot.
Quite
simply superb. Tony Curtis and Jack Lemmon are forced to
hide out in drag as part of an all-female band whilst on
the run from 'da mob'. Thankfully, we're spared wacky
farce in the place of well-written lines, great acting
and an all-round very chucklesome movie. This movie comes
from the days when funny lines could still be written
about men wearing women's clothing.
The days
before Ru Paul and all those other irksome twats.
The
Producers is my favourite of Mel Brooks' movies
(which have managed to get worse and worse as the years
pass on). The story of a mild-mannered accountant (Gene
Wilder) who goes along with Zero Mostel (if you just
thought Who? go away. Now) on a plan to con many old
ladies out of money. How? Get them to fund a sure-miss
musical: 'Springtime For Hitler'.
No, I don't
think it's lacking in taste. I think it's handled very
well - imagine if John Landis had directed this: then
people really would be offended. As it is, this movie is
like a Snickers: laden with peanuts and...no, wait.
It's more
like a gem: hard and... No. Whatever the correct
metaphor, one thing that's true is this: The Producers
is filled with plenty of memorable scenes, and a great
line to use whilst fighting large friends. It fast became
one of my favourite comedies. So there.
The last in
this quick spurt of good comedy movies is by
usually-funny director/writer John Hughes. Planes,
Trains & Automobiles stars Steve Martin as an
uptight marketing man on his way home for Thanksgiving.
The stock-in-trade cliche ensues: due to a flight delay
he is saddled with a loud, irritating unwanted travel
companion (John Candy). Wacky mishapes ensue. Except that
the wacky mishaps in this movie are funny. That's the
important link between all these movies: they make me
laugh. They all have scenes that can be labelled as sheer
comedy, and in these Waterboy days that's a hard
achievment.
One gripe I
have (I have no grapes left. Tee hee) with this movie is
the ocassional dipping of its toe into the dangerous
world of comedy-drama. Halfway through the movie, we no
longer care about Martin's family - we want to see how he
gets on with Candy. The flashes to Martin's moon-faced
spawn waiting for him to get home just become annoying.
The worst thing is the way the ending tumbles and falls
into the abyss of crapness. A movie that is almost
completely funny tails off into Hollywood cheese land.
And on that note, I bring you to today's D minus pupil...
Now this is
how not to make a comedy. It is how to make
me very annoyed. The entire cast seem to have a look of
'HELP ME' on their faces for the entire duration of this
travesty. Richard Griffiths, who I consider to be a good
character actor, looks permanently close to tears. And
just look at what this movie did for the cast's lives:
Patsy Kensit went and married Liam Gallagher, Dudley
Moore went simple and Bryan Brown went nowhere fast. To
put it as eloquently as possible, Blame It On The
Bellboy sucks.
The plot
involves the mix-up of three surnames (Horton, Orton and
Lawton) by a dim-witted bellboy. Comedy is meant to occur
when Horton get's Orton's hitman job, Orton gets Lawton's
property deal job, and all other plot strands that are
woeful and unfunny in the extreme take place. Bad
punchlines are thrown around like nobody's business, and
the comedy is offset by scenes of unpleasant violence
(someone get his balls electroctued. Fun) that just don't
work. Just another reminder that certain people should
never be trusted with either a script, a camera or the
job of casting. And if they do get to any of these
devices, can someone please send timing, wit and quality
their way?
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