A story of awkwardly overlapping romances liberally seasoned
with the patented, over-the-top humor of the brothers Farrelly, The Heartbreak Kid reunites the
behind-camera comedy specialists with star Ben Stiller in a careening showcase
for serial outrageousness that favors potent commercial formula over strict
adherence to narrative through-lines.
The Heartbreak
Kid retains the Farrelly’s trademark humanistic touch (evident with the
care paid to Miranda’s country-raised family) it also doesn’t hesitate to
offend, chiefly through Lila’s sexual voraciousness, but also a wide variety of
casual brusque language and one-liners.
though, especially since some of Lila’s sprung “surprises” are matters that would have
been sorted out, even in six weeks of virginal, whirlwind courtship. Then
there’s the contrast, too, of scenes in which Lila talks about being just like
an elderly couple in 10 years (she’s “not good at math,” she confesses), then
immediately references spending the next 40 or 50 years together.
The fact is that The
Heartbreak Kid asks in many ways to be taken air-quote seriously as
something a bit darker and of more modern, sardonic substance than director
Elaine May and screenwriter Neil Simon’s original 1972 comedy, from Eddie’s
familial entanglements with his “would-be” in-laws to the movie’s general view
of relationships and its barbed, deliciously bleak-hearted ending. The film’s wild and
crazy, blue asides, then (bits that include a shot of Lila’s hairy, pierced
pubic area, and a discussion of Carlos Mencia’s hotel concierge placing Lila’s
hand on his genitals), often arrive with the jarring force of a
less-than-well-oiled traveling theme park ride; they’re naughty,
outside-the-lines coloring, wedged in for cheap effect. Still, the performances are almost uniformly engaging,
with Stiller cycling through a catalog of sputtering resistance ploys
that still work, no matter their familiarity. For the full review, from Screen International, click here.