At The Picture Show
Something tells me Ramis and Co. would like a second chance at 'Year One'
Director: Harold Ramis
Screenplay: Harold Ramis, Gene Stupnitsky and Lee Eisenberg
Starring: Jack Black, Michael Cera, David Cross, June Diane Raphael, Juno
Temple, Hank Azaria, Oliver Platt and Olivia Wilde
Rated PG-13 / 1 hour, 37 minutes
Opened June 19, 2009
(out of four)
Now here is a movie that truly defies the odds. It's a modern wonder. An
anomaly. A mathematical improbability.
Year One has an embarrassment of riches at its disposal. The cast, the director, the
writers, the producer. Together they've been responsible for some of the best
comedies of this generation and generations past.
And somehow, against all logic, this is what
they've come up with - a misfire of such proportion, it defies categorization or
explanation. It's the little movie that couldn't. What it boils down to is that it's
not funny. The ideas aren't funny. The jokes aren't funny. The comic setpieces
aren't funny. The performances aren't funny. It plays like 90 minutes of footage
that was meant to be left on the cutting-room floor.
Surely, in the midst of all this talent, something worthwhile could be salvaged,
right? Well, not really, which is what makes Year One so perplexing.
Writer/director Harold Ramis and his co-writers Gene Stupnitsky and Lee
Eisenberg basically had a blank slate to work with - a chalk outline combining
ancient human history and biblical lore. And with a cast full of gifted comic and
improvisational actors, what could go wrong?
Yet somehow, no one could think of any better ideas than having Jack Black eat
bear droppings or Michael Cera being forced to rub oil into the impossibly hairy
chest of an effeminate guard in the city of Sodom. From the very beginning, you
can feel something has gone horribly wrong. From one scene to the next, it's as if
the filmmakers went with the first idea anybody came up with and casually moved
We see historical references or scenarios that we
recognize, only to be disappointed by the fact that no one has any idea what to do
with them. We'll get a perfunctory set-up, a bad joke or two, and then, "OK, we're
done, on to the next scene!"
We happen upon Abraham (Hank Azaria) about to sacrifice his son Isaac
(Christopher Mintz-Plasse, or McLovin') on Mount Moriah - surely that's ripe for
comedy! Except . . .well, they got nothin'. The entire movie is like bracing for an
explosion or an earthquake. By the time we realize nothing's going to happen, we
just feel stupid.
Why haven't I touched on the plot? Because it doesn't matter anyway. You could
take a movie with the exact same plot and the exact same structure and make a
fantastic movie. Pull the talent files of the people working on Year One and it
reads like a catalogue of Awesome. Arrested Development. Groundhog Day.
Ghostbusters. The Office. The Simpsons. Superbad. Knocked Up. National
Lampoon's Vacation. Mr. Show. High Fidelity. School of Rock.
Those are astounding credentials - and Year One is the astounding result.
It's a pretty sad indictment when a film's funniest
moment comes during the outtake portion of the credits - in this case, it's co-star
Bill Hader's spot-on Daniel Plainview impersonation. He nails it. Comedy gold.
Too bad it's an hour-and-a-half too late.
Honestly, you couldn't blame Ramis if he'd decided to take on the "Alan Smithee"
moniker this time around. In fact, maybe everybody could have done it together -
like hockey players growing playoff beards. You'd be watching the movie and
think to yourself, "Hey, is that Michael Cera? He was awesome in Arrested
Development." "No," your friend would inform you, "apparently it's someone
named Alan Smithee. But I can see the resemblance."
The saving grace of Year One is that we're guaranteed to see better work from
every single person involved. And on those glorious days when that guarantee is
fulfilled, we will appreciate them all the more.
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