Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby
I’m not a big fan of the comedy genre sometimes called the “fratboy slob” movie (or alternatively, the “former SNL cast member cheap and stupid” movie). Even the “classics” like Animal House and There’s Something About Mary leave me irritated or yawning or both. But I laughed out loud, several times, at the trailer for this new Will Ferrell opus, and when it got better-than-expected reviews, I decided to check it out one hot afternoon. And, happy surprise, it really is one of the most entertaining movies I’ve seen lately.
It won’t win any awards for gentility, grace, or a beautifully shaped plot. But it has more belly laughs per minute than practically anything in recent memory (maybe the best 45 minutes from The Devil Wears Prada would beat it, but the other half of that movie is fairly dreary). And there is one scene in particular – an amazingly extended, probably mostly improvised number in which our hero, NASCA
Will Ferrell is just fine as
The script is a messy hodgepodge, with dead spots and plenty of dud gags, but like the first Airplane! it just keeps throwing hundreds of jokes at you continuously until something sticks, and Adam McKay’s direction is admirably steady and speedy amid the chaos.
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