Double Whammy (2001) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) and Tuna |
Quick, form an opinion about this film. Competed at Sundance, stars
Denis Leary, Louis Guzman, and Steve Buscemi. You think it's some dark, edgy urban drama with hand-held cameras? Think again, amigo. It's like a Steven Spielberg or Ron Howard conception of a black comedy - great production values, big, bright, safe, cuddly, no edge at all. It starts out with a massacre in a fast food restaurant. A maniac drives through the front window and opens fire with an automatic weapon. He kills six people. A cop (Denis Leary) tries to stop the killer, but his back gives out, he falls, hits his head, and passes out. A 10 year old kid picks up the policeman's gun, and saves the day by plugging the bad guy. Doesn't sound like a romantic comedy so far, does it? Well it is. The film milks the "humor" out of Leary's situation. All the tabloids feature him as "loser cop" and "screw-up cop", while the media tout the little kid as New York's greatest hero. Of course, Leary's fellow officers give him some good natured, manly, locker room put-downs about the six people who died because of him, and the many more who would have died if not for the brave, bespectacled little kid. The little Harry Potter lookin' mothafucka of a kid is on TV saying stuff like, "I hope the officer can fix his back, so no other little kids have to kill." The networks replay this 24/7, much to the amusement of the manly, good-natured cops, who have many more manly, good-natured laughs at Leary's expense. Zany stuff. Leary tells his captain "nobody feels worse than me about this", whereupon his manly, good-natured rival for the First Lieutenant job (played by manly, good-natured Mr Big from Sex and the City), says "well, to be honest, maybe the families of the victims feel worse". Oh, that's wacky! |
Leary then goes to a chiropractor, hoping to fix his bad back, so he doesn't endanger any more innocent civilians. His chiropractor is Elizabeth Hurley. She manipulates his pelvis, shows him her breasts, and that's all she wrote. |
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There's plenty more wacky and manly fun in the same vein, with Leary, Hurley and some similar subplots. Buscemi, who seems lost in this film, plays a cop who thinks he may be gay, but can't admit it to himself. He has many not-so-manly conversations with Leary in which he compliments Leary's butt and asks Leary to reciprocate. Finally, the film's various sub-plots come together in a Tarantinoesque confrontation in which Leary has a chance to redeem himself. Because all of Tom DiCillo's movies, in one way or another, seem to be about actors and writers and directors making movies, Leary gets a chance to be a hero in front of some screenwriters who just happen to be looking for a good hook for a violent cops-'n'-robbers flick. And that, I suppose, is how this film was created. Or something. |
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To add to my irritation with this film, the one plot thread that was interesting was left unresolved. Leary covered up a neighbor's involvement in a crime, unaware that Mr Big was onto it. This was not a small matter, either. The cute but disturbed kid next door hired two guys to kill her dad, and they nearly succeeded. In addition, Leary's guilt about the death of his wife and daughter, which was built into monumental proportions during the exposition, was dropped and forgotten at the end. I think there must have been a longer version of this script at one time, but I don't really want to read about it or think about it any more. |
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