Daily Archives: March 21, 2008

Leslie Mann on The Tonight Show

Promoting this week’s Drillbit Taylor on The Tonight Show last night, Leslie Mann showcased her very dry, tongue-in-cheek sense of humor in a quasi-performance piece trainwreck that totally didn’t play, at least with Jay Leno’s captive audience. After confessing that she and husband Judd Apatow don’t sleep in the same bed, because he’s a big-time snorer, Mann talked about instead sleeping with their youngest child, whom she sometimes forgets to properly diaper. “I wake up covered in pee, but at least that’s better than the snoring,” she said.

Met with polite titters, Mann then proffered: “I feel bad… we’re not gay or anything — not one of those couples who pretend to be a couple.” More uncomfortable laughs and even a gasp or two, with surely plenty of folks not making the necessary leap in logic. No matter the smoothness of delivery, this chop-busting humor — the same sort of stuff Michelle Obama got dogged on for dropping on her husband Barack — requires that it comes from a known, vetted commodity, i.e., someone of a similar public stature. Mann doesn’t have that. Yet. So her run-downs of Apatow and other wide-eyed biographical confessions (about how she believes in ghosts, and once dated a homeless man), whether true or not, don’t play. I’m sure she’s been on The Tonight Show before, but she’s clearly still in “introductory mode” with mainstream audiences. Except that someone forgot to tell her…

Trailer Watch: Forbidden Kingdom

The trailer for the PG-13 martial arts flick The Forbidden Kingdom (Weinstein Company/Lionsgate, April 18), starring Jet Li and Jackie Chan, elicits a shrug, for the most part. It mixes its message a bit, with varying tonal signals. It opens with typically earnest, historical narration (“In a land… where heaven touches Earth… with an empire divided by war”), and seems to have a fairly legit scope in terms of production design and setting. The floating-arrows-and-spears stuff is pretty cool, but then the prophesied-American-teen-transported-back-to-ancient-China stuff starts getting played up a little more, and the brow furrowing commences. There are lines seemingly meant to convey a sort of pithy jocularity (Chan to Li: “We can kill each other when it’s over”), but they essentially fall flat, and I don’t know that Michael Angarano (aka “the kid,” Jason) can pull off enough of a transformation to make any of this pop, or matter. There’s one legitimate laugh here (Chan’s petulant “He’s got no kung-fu — none!”), but the movie definitely doesn’t seem to be going for Shanghai-type hijinks. Maybe it should, given the mash-up/fish-out-of-water plot. Also, randomly, I do have to admire, on a certain level, Chan’s steadfast refusal to iron out his English. It’s obvious (even if you haven’t seen the bloopers and deleted scenes from any of the Rush Hour films) that he still learns his lines phonetically, bless him, and I think the weird intonations are inextricably part of his charm. For more about The Forbidden Kingdom, click here.