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Oh, I have an idea. What if a young couple moved into a New York
duplex that was really cool except that upstairs there’s
this old lady who drives them crazy. Wouldn’t that be funny?
And then they get so upset that they eventually try to kill them
but mess up every attempt. Wouldn’t that be hilarious?
No. No, it wouldn’t. Duplex’s humor runs
on the same level as Home Alone, only without the charm. Duplex
is a script full of “wouldn’t it be funny if”
type of things that simply don’t wind up very funny on the
screen. An endless stream of stupid gags and slapstick moments,
not even the potentially humorous prospect of Wallace Shawn falling
down a flight of stairs draws a laugh.
In response to crazy antics by their upstairs tenant, Alex (Ben
Stiller) and Nancy (Drew Barrymore), respond with little but simple
frustration, until the frustration builds to extreme heights.
There’s something about Ben Stiller that just makes him
funny no matter what he says, but in Duplex that’s
all he has to work with, because he isn’t getting anything
from the script.
The characters are clearly comic book figures, responding to
increasingly improbable situations in increasingly improbable
ways. No point in pointing out the absolute lack of character
in these characters, there’s not the slightest bit of reality
in them. Though this quasi-fantasy world in which Duplex
is set allows us to appreciate the humor through an absolute suspension
of disbelief, it also significantly undermines its own real world-based
humor at the same time.
Strangely enough, Duplex feels like its wants to approach
a Coen-esque sort of feel. The rare moments when the humor hits
original ground, it’s actually at its darkest. But it just
doesn’t work. The failed attempts at taking out an old woman
are a long ways from the dark quirkiness of The
Ladykillers and the Duplex’ hit man doesn’t
hold a candle to that of the Coen’s Intolerable
Cruelty.
Certain audiences will find it all absolutely hilarious, I’m
sure. It just seems like, moving into the 21st century we might
be moving in on more genuine character humor a la Ben Stiller’s
The Royal Tenenbaums. I suppose there’s still an
audience for it though, so producers are going to keep churning
it out.
Fortunately, Ben Stiller still has future opportunities to redeem
himself. Dodgeball
comes out this summer. And if Stiller will throw rubber balls
at people, I will watch.
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