Critical consensus of Albert Brooks' latest has not been kind. This seems a bit strange, given that the title of the film, Looking for Comedy in the Muslim World
, lends itself so well to humorous mistitling, a practice that's life-giving insulin to most critics. I swear I've read this about twenty times now: "Looking for Comedy in the Muslim World?
More like looking for comedy in Looking for Comedy in the Muslim World!"
Naturally, we the review-reading audience clutch our sides and gasp for breath at the delicious moxie of our nation's critics. Nevertheless, is the film any good? If Looking for Comedy's
RottenTomatoes.com rating is any indication (a
as of this writing): No, it' not. Similarly, if any of the people I went and saw the film with on Friday were any indication (one of whom fell asleep; another of whom started checking her watch at the hour mark, every ten minutes until the credits): No, it' quite bad. In fact, if the American movie-going audience is any indication, whose passion to ignore Looking for Comedy
has been so resolute that it's made just over $400,000 so far, this film barely covered the cost of ass wear-and-tear on theater seats.
I say: To hell with those guys. I am not a sheep, sir. So, what did I think? I invite you to make drumroll motorboat noises with your mouth while I parrot back the overall consensus that Looking for
Comedy in the Muslim World
isn't very good.
Here's the thing: Even genuinely hilarious people like Eddie Murphy or Steve Martin have demonstrated their shelf life as relevant comedians with vast piles of filmic stool after they've hit their fifties. Where this leaves a mid-level talent like Albert Brooks, whose work exclusively attracts people who find Albert Brooks being self-absorbed for an hour and a half irretreivably hilarious, is anyone's guess. What's an actor's next move when their best work is behind them, and it wasn't really all that fantastic to begin with?