Dinner for Schmucks review
08.03.10I didn’t plan to write a Dinner for Schmucks review. With a dumb title and a lame “high-concept” premise (Paul Rudd has to find a schmuck to take to his boss’s annual, make-fun-of-schmucks dinner), but a cast of almost every likable, comedic actor in Hollywood (Rudd, Steve Carell, Jemaine Clement, Zach Galifianakis, Ron Livingston, etc.), I figured it’d make for light entertainment; a few chuckles and a pleasant way to spend 90 minutes. Basically, the same thing I got with Get Him to the Greek, Predators, and to a slightly lesser extent, A-Team. Mild, unmemorable entertainment. Not life changing, but time passing.
As it turned out, I was so surprised by what I got, I couldn’t help but write about it. Boy did I hate this movie.
The script, based on the 1998 French film, Le Diner de Cons, felt like it was written in 1935. I understand it was meant to be a farce, but everything was so ridiculously theatrical and over the top, it was like watching a badly-translated Mexican sitcom from the 70s. And I don’t mean their nice sight gags, like the guy with a fly swatter chasing around bee man, (the visual humor of Dinner for Schmucks‘ opening credits, with Steve Carell’s character painting his stuffed mice, was the funniest of the few funny moments of the movie), I mean the overwhelming shrillness, the buffonery, the cartoonish sexuality and face licking (not exaggerating here, there was face licking). It was all over-the-top, groan-worthy camp, like a freshman drama club student trying to include the “wackiest” thing he could think of every five seconds.











