Or, “So Super Troopers was a fluke, then.”
So HBO finally got around to showing Broken Lizard’s Club Dread. The hubby and I missed the 12 minute window when it played at our local Superplex, and had been awaiting the cable premier with giddy anticipation, having found Super Troopers to be work of sublime comic genius, seamlessly incorporating humor that ranges from slapstick to schoolyard to raunchy to highbrow (though barely.)
Club Dread, on the other hand, was, first and foremost, the eight-millionth slasher-film spoof in the last five years. I hadn’t quite clued into that from the previews, and I was disappointed when that turned out to be the film’s conceit. I don’t watch slasher films, so I totally didn’t get any subtle slasher parody, if indeed there was any. (There was some nice FX splatter, though.) Also there were a lot of Jimmy Buffett jokes. I caught the reference instantly, but I don’t have any more than a passing aquaintance with Parrotheads or Mr. Buffett’s oeuvre, so most of that was lost on me, too.
It had a few fine comedic moments that were a dim glimmering of the brilliance that is Super Troopers, but largely it just fell flat. The chemistry wasn’t there. Despite the fact that they were filming on a tropical island covered with attractive, scantily clad people, they didn’t seem to be having fun. Maybe they should have stayed in Vermont?
I can never hate Bill Paxton, whatever he plays, and it was great that they actually had him record some “Coconut Pete” songs. And it was cool that Farva got to bethe good guy.
And I still want to have Jay Chandrasekhar’s babies, but only if he leaves off the dreadlocks wig.
And growing the moustache again wouldn’t hurt.
I see that there’s an unrated cut out on DVD. Would it be worth looking into?