Do you know why I enjoyed Wrongfully Accused? Because nobody
vomited. This has been the throwing-uppest summer on record, what with
Saving Private Ryan, Henry Fool, Fear and Loathing in Las
Vegas, the upcoming Simon Birch, and the two "comedies" that
Wrongfully Accused most resembles Mafia! and
BASEketball. These last two were especially putrid, because when
people weren't regurgitating, they were crawling up goat rectums or
slurping liposuction.
Much has been made of the gross-out humor in There's Something About
Mary, but that movie's obsession with fluids and physical defects was
tempered by some good gags and a fundamental sweetness. Mafia! and
BASEketball brought out the toilet humor to cover creative
bankruptcy, which is especially shocking when you consider their respective
creators, Jim Abrahams and David Zucker, were part of the team responsible
for the funny and inventive Airplane!, Naked Gun, and Hot
Shots! series.
Wrongfully Accused was put together by another member of that
team, Pat Proft, who clearly understands the appeal of his oeuvre better
than his colleagues. Leslie Nielsen stars as a concert violinist who's
accused of murdering his patron (Michael York), all of which is a setup for
a parody of The Fugitive, which veers into a parody of Lord of
the Dance, Titanic, Anaconda, and, most memorably, The
Usual Suspects. These parody movies have been pretty well played out in
recent years, but Proft has a gift for Mad-magazine-style visual
jokes, and he maintains a lightness and zippiness that makes the film pass
pleasantly.
No, Wrongfully Accused is not fall-down funny, but it offers some
riotous momentsmy favorite has the runaway train from The Fugitive
stalking Nielsen like a hungry lion. Most importantly, even at its worst,
it only induces groans and rolled eyes from the audience...not turned
stomachs.