This weekend, Paramount Pictures invites you to a
Dinner for Schmucks. If I were you, I wouldn’t be so quick to RSVP.
Paul Rudd plays Tim, an earnest financial analyst hoping to fill a recently vacated upper-level position. His boss (Bruce Greenwood) is all but ready to give it to him, too, but first, Tim must partake in a sick managerial tradition. Everyone brings a goofy guest to a fancy banquet, and the bigwigs revel at the resulting interactions between idiots.
Aperitifs are tasty, with plenty of sunshine, a silly spin on high-rise society, and Paul Rudd’s dependably cheery dimples. Tim runs into (literally) his idiot early on: a socially-stunted IRS employee/taxidermy hobbyist named Barry. Steve Carell plays Barry like a grade-school version of his Michael Scott (from TV’s The Office) trapped inside a middle-aged Trekkie’s body. He also plays the plot glue: stitching together haphazard comedic attempts and salvaging even the most painfully unfunny stretches with his commitment to absurdity.
Adapted from Francis Veber’s 1998 farce Le Diner de Cons, the film honors its French influence with a dusty, dreamy piano score and the casting of French actress Stephanie Szostak in the role of Tim’s not-quite-fiancée Julie. Barry’s mouse-laden dioramas—the focus of his downtime and his dinner-guest criteria-filler—also contain a certain Parisian whimsy. In every other sense, however, Dinner for Schmucks has been fully Americanized.
Director Jay Roach and writers David Guion and Michael Handelman have shoehorned the story into a lighthearted Hollywood narrative structure—cleansing the virtues of our protagonists, emphasizing human relationships, and searching for empathy within the idiots. As we are forced to understand Barry’s eccentricities, the devious dinner proposition moves from wicked to grotesque. Our appetite for an impending climax of hilarity grows into an uncomfortable dread.
As failed jokes and squandered character set-ups pile high like dirty dishes, embarrassment easily wins out over entertainment. Unsurprisingly, the most successful bits involve the dolts that we don’t like so much—particularly a bodacious, brazen Lucy Punch as Tim’s vampy stalker Darla. The highlight of the evening is actually a lunch, during which Carell and Punch work an angle of mistaken identities to an awkwardly uproarious extreme.
Lunch may be fun, but the titled feast is a cold and ugly one. The air dry of humor, the filmmakers desperately hurl chaos clichés up on the screen, hoping that something will stick. Nothing ever does, and a dinner for idiots plays like a dinner written and staged by idiots.
Somewhere buried here is a biting commentary on ladder-climbing corporate culture, complete with a title reinterpretation to refer to the ones in charge. But once dinner is finally served, the only “schmucks” around are the ones in the theater seats. Check, please!
Directed by Jay Roach. Written by David Guion & Michael Handelman. Rated PG-13 for sequences of crude and sexual content, some partial nudity and language. Runtime is 1 hour, 49 minutes.
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Great review! I think that extra half star might be generous though. I mostly felt like they made us wait forever for the actual dinner and by the time we got there, I was worn out by all the stupidity. And then the dinner was stupider than anything that came before it. Thank god for Steve Carrell. He really did save the movie (or what was left of it).
If you dont like The Office, then don’t see a Steve Carrell movie,
cause he always plays that character. But he does play it well.
He’s supposed to be in something called Raised by Wolves.
I’m expecting Michael Scott acting like he was raised by wolves.
No matter how bad it is, it will be good for a few laughs.
Probably like this was.
Steve Carell may have saved this dud, but Paul Rudd has much more acting range or whatever its called.
Steve Carell is, well, Steve Carell.
saw this movie says
I saw this movie and it was terrible a total waste of time and money. It was painful to watch and the laughs never came. If you want to see a movie watch CYCLE for free at http://www.myspace.com/cyclethemovie