Office Space. Office Space. Office Space. Office Space.
I am going to do something profoundly unpleasant to the next person who tells me how unbelievably awesome and hilarious this movie is, and what a scathing satire of the corporate environment it offers.
First of all, the damned thing is simply not all that funny. It takes obvious joke material that work-oriented comics have been riffing for years (“Corporations have too much paperwork!” Ha! “Middle management is annoying!” Hooo hoo haha! Oh, the mirth!), does absolutely nothing original with it, and all in all ends up about as amusing as your average Dilbert strip…provided said Dilbert strip is being staple-gunned to my naked eyeball at the time.
But hey, comedy’s subjective. If you think the movie’s funny, that’s great.
There’s just one teensy, weensy, itsy bitsy little problem. You know the “scathing satire of corporate America” that this movie is so loudly touted as being? Well, that’s not what the movie’s about. Sure, that’s what the ads say it’s about. Sure, that’s what everybody who insists upon extolling its virtues as if it’s the second coming of Og will tell you it’s about. But if you actually watch the thing – and I have, three times, just to prove to myself I wasn’t hallucinating during the first two – you’ll notice that, while the first fifteen minutes or so do indeed focus on that particular topic, the rest of it is a heist movie. And not a particularly interesting heist movie. They took a real-life heist scheme that wasn’t funny in the least, and exaggerated it for comedic effect by having the characters…do exactly the same thing.
“But wait! They smashed a printer! And there was an Indian guy! …at least I think he was Indian! He was ethnic, anyway, and ethnic people are funny! And Jennifer Aniston had to wear pins! And this dude’s name was Michael Bolton! And – get this – he didn’t like Michael Bolton! And the one guy tried to get fired! And they kept promoting him for no reason whatsoever! Which has nothing to do with what a corporation would actually do and is quite likely the exact opposite of it, rather than a comedic exaggeration…but it was funny! Cause they didn’t fire him! T3H MO0V1E 15 1334!!!11!!!”
Aaargh. Og deliver me from Office Space fans. Much like another well-documented dislike of mine, I would most probably be entirely apathetic toward it if a seeming 90% of the people I talked to didn’t uphold it as the Best F’in Thing Ever Made. And no, I don’t unleash this rant upon them; I just smile and nod, and listen as they proclaim their adoration. Come to think of it, that too might have something to do with my current level of ire. Go figure.