A recent Entertainment Weekly contained a brisk article about the
decline of the television sitcom. Given more space, the magazine might've
observed that comedy in general is on the decline, especially in the
cinema. At least TV has The Simpsons and NewsRadio. What do
the movies have to offer in the way of good yuks? Last year produced two
classic film comedies, The Big Lebowski and Rushmore--but
neither caught on with the public the way the slovenly There's Something
About Mary did, and its influence has been ominous. Films like
EdTV and Lost and Found are already tossing off gratuitous
animal-abuse gags, trying for that elusive Mary-esque edge.
Still, the sorry state of film comedy is less a matter of too much
in-your-face, smug scatology than it is a failure of nerve. Because comedy
is hard--and because the marketplace favors laffs 'n' tears or laffs 'n'
action for the broadest possible appeal--few filmmakers are willing to make
an out-and-out comedy and label it as such. A case in point is Life,
a buddy movie and prison period piece that stars two comedians but is
played as much for drama as for laughs.
Eddie Murphy plays a 1930s sharpie and bootlegger who makes a moonshine
run to Mississippi with a newly hired bank clerk, Martin Lawrence, who owes
a gangster money. The twosome are framed for murder by a local cop and
sentenced to life in a work camp. The film follows our heroes for the next
60 years, as they plot various escapes and learn to get along.
Murphy and Lawrence are both terrific; it's clear they enjoy getting to
chew on material that's more substantial than usual. The director, Ted
Demme, working from a gang-written script, keeps the film from being overly
maudlin or overly shticky. Unfortunately, he keeps it from being overly
anything. Life avoids the tasty metaphor of two black men yearning
to be free; in fact, it zooms through 20th-century history in montage and
never allows the two leads to comment on the changing face of black
America. The film isn't even that funny until late in the second half, when
Murphy and Lawrence slip into old-age makeup and mumbly, profane patter.
(Something about disguises always brings out the best in Murphy.)
Life is yet another in a string of comedies that skimp on laughs
in the service of supposedly more serious intentions. How else would you
describe the likes of Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels or
Go? Neither are really thrillers or dramas, and they're not funny
enough to be called comedies--a fact that may explain why neither film
completely works. Life, like those two indie faves, is afraid to
commit to being either serious or zany. Unlike them, however, it's afraid
to confront its audience with anything even remotely disturbing.
It's not entirely fair to pick on Life, which is admittedly
entertaining and even amusing at times. Until the closing blooper reel,
though, it's never truly hilarious--a serious mistake, no matter how well
intentioned. Notably, a few jokes from the trailer have been excised, which
indicates that Demme and crew deliberately scaled back the humor. If so,
why? For the sake of what? We don't need another sentimental middlebrow
brain fogger. What we need are some good jokes.