|For Your Consideration
||[Feb. 9th, 2007|10:27 pm]
International Bon Vivant and Raconteur
I love all the pseudo-documentaries that Christopher Guest directed. Waiting for Guffman, Best in Show, A Mighty Wind, I can watch them all again and again and still crack up (Corky St. Clair's "you people are BASTARD PEOPLE!" from Waiting for Guffman remains a favorite rib tickler). The core troupe he assembled -- Catherine O'Hara, Eugene Levy, Bob Balaban, Harry Shearer, Parker Posey, Jennifer Coolidge, Michael McKean, Fred Willard, Jane Lynch, et al -- all have perfect comic timing and always deliver. They never pull a Hanks in Da Vinci and sleepwalk through their roles.
Tonight I settled in to watch the latest one, For Your Consideration, which takes on Hollywood and the craziness of Oscar fever. Imagine my surprise that this outstanding creative team I've loved for so long delivered such a...well, such a mess.
The movie is funny for the first 45 minutes or so, though not gut-bustingly so, and then takes a sudden turn into sad and creepy. And not in a good way. Plus, it ends on such a sour note that all I could do was stare slack-jawed at the television and wonder if I'd only dreamt watching it and the real thing would be a thousand times better.
Color me disappointed.