Friday, 17 September 2010
I was going to write a review of "The Other Guys", but can't actually bring myself to put any effort into it. It's not because the film's bad or anything, it's just the worst kind of film to review. It's fine. It's alright. It's quite good even.
And quite good just isn't any fun to write about. Awesome is fun. Shit is fun. Majestic failure is fun. Quite good is shit.
So, "The Other Guys" is pretty good. If you like Will Ferrell and Adam McKay's other films, you'll probably quite enjoy it, but it's probably not even as funny as "Step Brothers", let alone "Anchorman". Here's a quick rundown of stuff that comes to mind about the film:
Marky Mark is very amusing in a rare purely comedic performance.
Ferrell is playing the straight man for a change.
Michael Keaton has been off our screens for so long he's aged about a million years since I last saw him. He does good work here and in "Toy Story 3", so I can't see why he's been gone so long. Come back sooner rather than later, Michael!
Steve Coogan isn't in it enough and isn't funny enough.
The plot is not very involving and drags on for a bit too long.
Will Ferrell pimping isn't as funny as it should be.
This film should've been made for a "15" certificate ("R" rated), as it feels like everyone should've been swearing more. Particularly Marky Mark.
The Rock and Big Sam Jackson rock the shit, and I may be missing the point a bit, but I would rather have seen a whole over-the-top action-spoof movie about their characters than the story on display here.
It is a bit like an American "Hot Fuzz", but it's not as funny as that. Maybe because of the cultural divide. I can laugh at Simon Pegg chasing down a shop-lifting shell-suit more than I can laugh at Marky Mark shooting Derek Jeter by accident. If you don't know who that is, that's my point.
Eva Mendes is sweet and spicy at the same time.
That's about it. I smiled for most of the duration, but rarely laughed out loud. It's rib-tickling, but not gut-busting. It'll do I suppose.