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DVD Review: The Other Guys — The Unrated Other Edition

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I recall reading somewhere a long time ago that Jack Nicholson once commented his 1963 film The Terror was the only motion picture he ever made that didn’t have a plot. Will Ferrell and Adam McKay can pretty much say the same thing about every film they’ve ever made. Every two years, this alleged comedian and supposed filmmaker “Duo of Doom” team up in order to make a comedy that usually manages to redefine “unfunny” and causes even those moviegoers with single-digit IQs to question what truly constitutes as a “plot” for these clowns.

In the past, Ferrell and McKay’s modus operandi has entailed McKay turning on the camera and letting Ferrell adlib until the cows come home and subsequently relinquish their own lives just to be spared of the misery. Their latest assault on humanity, a god-awful “farce” entitled The Other Guys, spares us in the sense that it doesn’t co-star John C. Reilly as Ferrell’s onscreen partner; instead giving former rapper Mark Wahlberg a chance to sink his career now that it’s finally on the rise.

The best way of describing The Other Guys would be to steal a couple of lines from the film’s stinger (a sequence that follows after the end credits have rolled):

You didn’t think that was funny?

I thought it was entertaining at the end, sure, the way all the words were put together, but in terms of content? No.

Incidentally, aside from a fleeting moment or two where the film’s soundtrack editor managed to emerge as the only person with a sense of humor (e.g. Rick Ashley’s “Never Gonna Give You Up” pops on the radio during a four-man fight sequence confined to the inside of a Toyota Prius), the aforementioned stinger was the only part of the film that made me so much as grin. The rest of the film is an embarrassing, overrated and overlong struggle against all that is good in this world. If there’s a single solitary movie that the combined governments of the world will ever deem as being “against the Geneva Convention,” this is it.

When New York’s premiere set of bad-ass cops (portrayed by Dwayne Johnson and Samuel L. Jackson — who pretty much emerge victorious as the true “highlight” of the film) jump to their death for no reason whatsoever (as the Foo Fighters’ “My Hero” plays — the other scene where the soundtrack editor got it right), a void is left in the NYC’s police department. Several pairings of po-pos viciously compete for the spotlight, such as angry, bitter, disgraced officer Terry Hoitz (angry, bitter, disgraced Wahlberg) and his humorless, lifeless, annoying partner, Allen Gamble (humorless, lifeless, annoying Ferrell). But, instead of pursuing fleeing criminals on foot in a souped-up muscle car, Gamble insists on arresting entrepreneur David Ershon (Steve Coogan) for a noticeable lack of scaffolding permits.

But, scaffold permits are the least of Ershon’s crimes: he’s involved in a gigantically shady deal to screw some poor saps out of $32-million so he can pay off the other people he has screwed over. Naturally, this opens the window of adventure for Gamble and Hoitz — who are, unsurprisingly, completely oblivious to the situation. Michael Keaton and Eva Mendes co-star in this year’s contender for the Razzies.

Honestly, I’m making The Other Guys’ plot sound like it’s much more than it really is; and that’s because we’re supposed to see it as having more of a plot that it really does have. In reality, though, McKay once again gives us an inkling of a storyline, turns the camera on, and tells his actors to improvise — before succumbing to a peaceful slumber in the director’s chair. Now, while a little improvising is perfectly fine in just about any film and can often improve a scene (witness Robert De Niro’s classic “You talkin’ to me?” bit in Martin Scorsese’s Taxi Driver), too much unsupervised and/or unrestrained extemporizing can result in something truly awful (Steven Soderbergh’s Full Frontal comes painfully to mind).

About Luigi Bastardo

Luigi Bastardo is the disgruntled alter-ego of Adam Becvar, a thirtysomething lad from Northern California who has wasted a vast majority of his life watching movies - so much so, that a conventional life is no longer in the equation for him. He lives alone (big surprise there) in a rural home with four cats named Groucho, Harpo, Chico, and Margaret. Really.
  • Rob

    This was one of the funniest movies I’ve ever seen, and every person I know has thought the same. You’re review is ridiculous, and it repeats itself about 37 times. If you didn’t like it so much, you didn’t have to go on and on about it.

  • Jordan Richardson

    the original 197-minute theatrical cut

    Holy shit!

  • El Bicho

    I’ll take the halfway point between Rob and Luigi, who are both way off.

  • Scotch

    I agree with El Bicho. I watched the movie and enjoyed it. It’s not the greatest thing I’ve ever seen, but it was good. It’s not something I’ll be “forced to consult (my) therapist” about, but if Luigi is consulting his therapist about this movie, he should seek new help or stronger antipsychotics. I’m pretty sure he’s got other issues that are sending him to therapy, not a mediocre film.

  • Nard4Reynard

    Hmm yeah I think this movie want to say hero rarely becomes popular. The most often case is who we see in TV isn’t a real hero. But we perceive that it is.