The Whole Nine Yards (2001) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) |
Critics drew a line in the sand with this film. If
you liked it, you were against everything independent film stands
for, and you lost your soul. Reel.com scored it 1/4. Film Threat 1/5. Matinee Magazine 1/5. The Austin Chronicle 1/5. |
That's just crazy. It isn't a masterpiece, but it is a fairly pleasant watch spoiled by some occasional comic overacting. Despite some hammy minor characters, Matthew Perry was fairly funny in his usual terrified schmuck persona, and Amanda Peet was dazzling and amusing as a hitwoman in training. |
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As for the reviewers with some grasp on reality, the general consensus was that it was a sometimes tolerable Hollywood formula comedy. Some thought it was barely watchable, others found it quite entertaining. James Berardinelli scored it 2/4, Ebert 3/4, and my guess is that that represents the "correct" range. It's probably more of a guy flick, and favorable audiences probably skew younger than average, but the CinemaScore and IMDb demographic analyses show fairly strong consistency across age and gender groups. Matthew Perry plays a Montreal dentist whose home life is a disaster, his hours filled with his detestable wife and her equally despicable mother. Perry's problems begin when a famous hit man (Bruce Willis) moves in next door. Perry recognizes him and does not have the sense to keep his mouth shut. He tells his wife (Rosanna Arquette) who the new neighbor really is, and she then concocts a plan to have the professional killer kill Perry, who she hates as much as he hates her. Her plan turns out to be completely inept and the hit man decides to use the situation to catch up on some loose ends in his own life. Blah, blah, yadda, yadda. Love quadrangle. Multiple double-crosses. As Canadian dentists say, you know the drill. Eh? The "serious" romantic dialogue is absolutely as bad as the indie reviewers contended. I don't know why the actors said those lines instead of telling the director they just weren't natural. And Perry is completely unbelievable in the love scenes, but the serious stuff is just throwaway material which is only there to carry the comedy. The romances and the crime noir elements just aren't good enough to work on their own |
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Frankly, the comedy doesn't work that well, but it did have some moments. Rosanna Arquette and Kevin Pollak tried for laughs, but simply weren't funny at all. Natasha Henstridge didn't try to be funny, and Bruce Willis played it fairly straight. That left only newcomer Amanda Peet to provide the comic balance to Matthew Perry. She did well, providing lots of charm and energy, a thousand watt smile and some really sexy nudity, in a performance which stands apart from the rest of her career, demonstrating a wonderful comic potential and an enthusiasm that has never really been exploited elsewhere. The rest of the entertainment came from Matthew Perry himself, Chandler Binging his heart out, giving it the ol' college try. |
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