Showing posts with label Vince Vaughn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Vince Vaughn. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

The Internship (2013)

Even if you haven’t seen “The Internship,” you’ve seen it. Vince Vaughn and Owen Wilson reprise their tired roles as the 40-year-old past-cool frat boys from a dozen prior movies. You know the map: The best-pal guys are cool king cats who get blown low, mope, find a crazy angle to hit it big, and against all odds succeed and learn to be real adults. Credits. Nothing new. Even the fuck granny jokes play like repeats a decade old. But, damn it, I laughed when these guys con their way into gigs as Google interns, competing against tech geeks half their age and double their IQ. I got suckered. The hook: Vaughn and Wilson are roped into a Quidditch match, the actual field game inspired by Harry Potter and played by thousands of college youth. “Who the fuck is that?,” Wilson asks, dumb founded as a man in a glittery gold outfit takes the grass. It’s a comedy of generational divide, yes, repetitive, yes, and definitely too long, but I got it. I work on a college campus, where students play Quidditch, and I knew what Wilson spoke of. B

Monday, January 3, 2011

Into the Wild (2007)

Actor Sean Penn has written and directed a superb film version of John Krakauer’s award-winning nonfiction book "Into the Wild" -– one of my favorite reads -- the true story of Christopher McCandless. If you know the book, you know the movie. If you don’t know the book, get a copy. Read it. Then see the film. Now that we have that settled, Chris was a college graduate who in the early 1990s, ditched his job prospects, family and any career prospects to head West, way west to Alaska, to live off the land as if he were a Jack London hero. It killed him.

Played by the superb Emile Hirsch, McCandless is idealistic, full of the brimstone fire one gets in their post-college years (and quickly ditches when the rent is due and Waffle House sounds mmm-mmm good after a night of drinking). Sorry. I digress. Chris despises materialism, capitalism and the "hypocrisy" of his well-to-do parents. He gives away his savings, killing his chances of law school, burns his money and destroys his identification in the form of driver’s license and credit cards. He, or so he thinks, "frees" himself in the process. A hiker finds his body inside an old bus.

I loved the book’s soulful genius. Krakauer lost a child and knew the parents’ pain. He wrote about it. Penn’s movie digs deep into the worry and pain of the parents (William Hurt and Marcia Gay Harden) and sister (Jena Malone) felt after Chris left, but never treats them as saints. The parents are humans with wrongs, as does any other person. That Chris was too young to see that his parents could never be perfect, nor could he. Shit happens. It is one of the tragedies that Penn focuses on.

The cast is both superb and … less so. A heart-breaking Hal Halbrook plays an elderly "perfect" father figure that Chris never felt he had. Hirsch is unforgettable. I never cared for him before, but here he shines. His acting of Chris' slow, painful demise is as cruel here as in the searing book, something I couldn’t imagine while reading the book back in 1996. The heart of the book and film is McCandless’ relationship with the Holbrook character, especially for anyone who saw their grandfather more as a father figure than their own father. Holbrook walks away with the film. Other actors don’t fare so well. Vince Vaughn plays a farmer, but he’s nothing more than Vince Vaughn sucking up the scenery.

Beautiful camera work, inspired casting of locals and a respect for people who are religious, gypsies, flakes and loners, all drive the film. It celebrates individualism, but marks against being alone and committed to one’s own self. Eddie Vedder contributes to the way-cool soundtrack. A-

Monday, April 12, 2010

Couples Retreat (2009)

I find nothing more dreadful than watching married couples bicker, especially in a comedy. It is a chore. Seriously, it's like visiting my parents. Yet, Vince Vaughn, Jon Favreau and director Peter Billingsley (Ralphie!) give us “Couples Retreat,” a dull romp about four couples who vacation in Bora Bora for R&R, but get instead stuck with awkward therapy sessions. Screaming matches and door slamming ensue. Fun? No. Every laugh was dumped in the previews, even the kid and toilet display scenes. Sure “Retreat” looks good. It made me miss sunny getaways. What I don’t miss: The “Swingers” boys rehashing their ancient bromance hi-jinks, which peaked a decade ago. These guys actually create a dude who sells video games for a living (really?) for no other reason than to set-up a “Guitar Hero” gag late in the film. And Jason Bateman again as a tightwad who must learn to have fun? Zzzz. With “Retreat,” “The Break-Up” and “Four Christmases,” Vaughn has created a new film genre: Romcom Torture Porn. D+

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Four Christmases (2008)

Do you secretly dread Christmas because you know visiting family results in bickering, forced church outings and rehashed childhood crap that you have strived to forget? And you fear the stress will make you fight with your S.O.? If not just living all this shit, but paying to watch other people live it, is appealing, then “Four Christmases” is for you. Count this Grinch out. Vince Vaughn and Renee Witherspoon play a seemingly happy couple who normally jet out to wild vacations at Christmas. But the gods deal the couple a cruel card that force a visit to all four parents in one day, resulting in brats, bad food, wrestling, falling off roofs and – I kid you not – a rerun of the Vaughn’s awful “The Breakup.” Shudder. I laughed when Vaughn blabs that there’s no Santa to a roomful of children. That's my kind of dumb move. But even at 88 minutes, watching “Four Christmases” felt like enduring four Christmases. It made me want to stick my head in a lit chimney. C

Friday, July 24, 2009

Fred Claus (2007)

"Fred Claus" has an original concept for a Christmas movie, a rare commodity indeed. In this comedy, ol' Saint Nick (Paul Giamatti) has an older ne'er do well brother, Fred (Vince Vaughn), who feels, let's say, slighted, by his brother's good work.

Whilst Nick rules the North Pole, Fred is barely scraping by in Chicago as he struggles to keep his girlfriend (Rachel Weisz) and raise enough cash to open a gambling joint in Chicago's finance district. Santa, meanwhile, has problems of his own as he tries to please a fascist efficiency expert (Kevin Spacey) from a never-explained holiday supervising committee. When a freshly jailed Fred comes to the North Pole, Nick's world is in trouble.

It's a funny film, and a sly take on Santa Claus being saddled with the same familial problems that almost everyone has. A climatic blow-up fight between Nick and Fred is particularly amusing, as is a Siblings Anonymous meeting with Frank Stallone, Steven Baldwin and Roger Clinton. But, as different as this Christmas movie is in its own genre, it's still just another viewing of Vaughn's endless take on the overgrown frat boy with a scam in his head but a sack of gold in his heart from director David Dobkin ("Wedding Crashers"). Fred is a bore to watch quite frankly.

There still are plenty of treats in this stocking, though. Giamatti is a magical actor even behind a fat suit and a ton of makeup. Spacey provides a ruler-straight spoof on his boss from "Swimming with Sharks" and Lex Luther from "Superman Returns." (Superman figures in several scenes throughout.) But the hypnotic Weisz is the shining star here as she elevates a ho-hum role to steal the film, and reminds us why the recent "Mummy" film proved disastrous with her absence. B-