Daily Archives: February 8, 2008

A G-Rated College Road Trip?

The movie title College Road Trip conjures up pleasant memories of Amy Smart in Road Trip (and maybe not so pleasant memories of a rail-thin, underwear-clad DJ Qualls getting squashed in the same flick). So why is that moniker the title for a G-rated Disney flick about a clingy father and his college-bound daughter, costarring Raven-Symone Pearman, late of The Cosby Show and recently of That’s So Raven?

The trailer for the movie, opening March 7, finds (both wildly and characteristically, in equal measure) Martin Lawrence acting the fool, despite the fact that his character is a… police chief? Right. Nice. Look, I don’t begrudge Lawrence the right to make a living, and I think he’s actually not an untalented guy, but he’s lazily coasting on fumes in down-market material like this; when Donny Osmond (!) pops up in enthusiastic goofball mode and Lawrence screws up his face in confusion and disdain, he might as well just go ahead and exclaim, “White people?! They’re different!” That’s the level of comedy for which this movie seems to be aiming.

This is obviously a paycheck gig for director Roger Kumble (Just Friends), who must be wondering what happened to the trajectory of his career after the moderately warm reception that 1999’s Cruel Intentions — his adaptation of Choderlos de Laclos’ oft-reworked novel, Dangerous Liaisons — received. His involvement means at least the set-ups will be somewhat professionally handled, but not much else looks worth recommending this showcase of pantomiming. After all, in just over two minutes in the trailer, they also find a way to work in not one but two taserings. Well done, though I’m not sure how Andrew “Don’t Tase Me, Bro!” Meyer feels about that…

Not Problems the Greatest Generation Faced…

Well, we’re back online now — huzzah! — but not without a few more wrinkles to iron out, what with oodles of software to re-download, a few strange, possibly unrelated hiccups to wrestle to the ground (the lack of a fully operable version of Microsoft Word, the disappearance here of certain DVD reviews and other postings of musing) and all sorts of other curveballs. What’s that expression about when life gives you lemons — use them to squeeze juice into the eyes of your enemies? What happens when so many of your enemies seem to be inanimate objects… or protected by distance and telephone lines? Maybe next week’s Jumper will provide me with answers…