britesparc
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Joined: 3/10/2005 From: Manchester
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Anchorman is a movie which just gets better and better the more you watch it. When it first came out, it felt marginally inferior to fellow Frat Pack fest Dodgeball. However, whilst Dodgeball is certainly a better movie – better plotted, with a proper story and stuff – it’s Anchorman which has become the bigger deal, widely quoted and responsible in the main for Will Ferrell’s AAA-status in Hollywood. With that in mind, Talledega Nights – a follow up in spirit if not in story to Anchorman – comes with a great deal of baggage. Sadly, it can’t quite live up to its legacy. Perhaps its just local differences; whilst most people are probably loosely familiar with NASCAR, its attendant media circus just ain’t as interesting, at least to British eyes, as the macho 70s newsroom. At its heart, Anchorman was a romance as much as anything: boorish Ron Burgundy falls in love with intelligent Veronica Corningstone and has to learn to amend his ways to win her heart. If Talledega Nights had as simple a hook at its centre, then perhaps the fact that its paraphernalia wasn’t as interesting wouldn’t have mattered. Unfortunately, Talledega Nights has, if anything, even less of a plot than its spiritual forebear. Ricky Bobby is a redneck idiot who lives to drive; when he loses his edge, he learns that winning isn’t everything, and becomes a better man/driver as a result. But it’s a fragmented narrative, frequently bringing characters into and out of focus as the battered plot demands; Amy Adams’ PA Susan is the biggest casualty, barely registering in a scene until she’s required to return as a love interest in the film’s final act. All this conspires to create a nagging doubt at the back of your mind as to the movie’s overall quality; it’s just not as good as you hoped it would be – and, frankly, there just aren’t as many jokes, and they don’t quite hit as often as you’d like. However, that’s not to say it’s not hilarious – it is, and it’s only going to get more so. Like Anchorman before it, this is really a DVD movie, to enjoy with mates, pizza, and booze. Potentially classic lines abound, with “I spread my butt cheeks as Mike Honcho” perhaps the standout (although the dinner table conversation about Jesus must be a future Classic Scene). And whilst some performances are slim and seemingly sacrificed in edit, it allows others to shine, and for once Ferrell is not among them. Reilly is brilliant as Ricky Bobby’s even dimmer mate; likewise Baron Cohen as Bobby’s gay French rival, who is so good that a major Hollywood career is a dead cert. However, best of all is Gary Cole as Ricky’s no-good deadbeat of a father, stealing every scene he’s in and making all manner of outrageous proclamations. He alone is worth the ticket price. Overall, then, it’s a somewhat disappointing cinema release, but certain to be a classic DVD.
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