Beer League (2006) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) |
There's been a trend in the past few years among lowbrow films. The brow keeps getting lower and lower. Think of it as a limbo contest where guys can participate even if they can't bend over to tie their shoes. This flick has its brow down there about as low as a brow can go, down there in the Moose Skowron brow range. It's also pretty damned funny. But I gotta warn ya, it's only funny if you appreciate a certain type of humor. Up in the Northeast there's a kind of no-holds-barred, crude, obscene, obnoxious, raunchy, politically incorrect, insulting kind of banter that goes on between jocks, tough guys, and would-be tough guys. And that's when they really like each other. We used to call it ball-busting. Maybe they still do. I don't know, because I left the Northeast in 1972, but it seems to me from watching this film that the guys still bust balls just as crudely as we did 35 years ago. Maybe even a little more so. And that's what the film is really about. If you cut away all the stuff that doesn't matter in this flick, it's all about ball-busting. If Andre had dinner with these guys, they would bust his balls ... er ... assuming they liked him. The disposable plot of the film is a New Jersey twist on the traditional "root for the underdog" sports comedy. It's Caddyshack reworked for slow-pitch softball. Most of the time this tried-and-true formula pits "slobs versus snobs," but the whole "snobs" concept doesn't really fit into the North Jersey blue collar softball scene, so the formula had to be tweaked a little bit for this movie. Now it's "slobs versus jerks." Even then it's hard to tell the difference. The only real distinction between them is that the jerks comb their hair, and maybe the slobs have a little better sense of humor. The "hero" of the film is an obese, unemployed slob who lives with his mother and only stops drinking long enough to play slow-pitch softball. When planting his girth in the batters box, he makes Babe Ruth look like Nicole Richie. Looks like Artie Lange lost about fifty pounds to play the part. John Goodman once pointed out that he knew he was too fat when they told him he had to lose weight to play Babe Ruth. Artie would have to lose weight to play John Goodman! In fact, Artie would have to lose weight to play pretty much any movie role. One exception would be Godzilla. He could play Godzilla at his existing weight, but he'd have to wear 2000-inch heels. On the other hand, he's a funny guy. I sat and watched this alone and there was more than one time when I was surprised to hear myself laughing out loud spontaneously. That alone is worth the time I invested to watch it. Oh, sure the film also strikes out a lot, but so did Babe Ruth. Taking a good cut is part of hitting homers, and it's part of writing jokes. When you nail one, as this film does occasionally, people forget about the K's. Artie also knows this character and this material. Hell, he played ball in a New Jersey public school, worked for years on the Newark docks as a longshoreman, then later got a gig with Howard Stern. This particular background is the ultimate training for ball-busters. It's what West Point is for generals. Is Beer League an unforgettable cinema experience? Hell no. I have to write the review right this minute, immediately after the film ended, because I won't remember it tomorrow. But even so, I enjoyed it. It brought back a lot of memories of old friends and rowdy times from my years in the Bronx. Come to think of it, I never remembered those times the next day either. If Howard Stern and his gang crack you up, you should get more than a few laughs here. Your mileage may vary, of course. If your favorite author is Jane Austen, this might not be for you. And you might want to take a pass on this film if your favorite radio memories have all occurred on NPR. In that case make sure to have your regular Dinner with Andre ... ... but don't bust his balls. |
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