Fuck Will Ferrell. Fuck him right in his dirty ass.
Will Ferrell is funny as hell. He’s a likable person. But he’s in a fucking rut as far as creativity goes.
I can see the son of a bitch sitting around his comfy large office drinking tea and saying to all his cronies, “All right, boys, what unfunny sport movie with my overused style of comedy do we use next to fuck Mr. Hubbs Kowalski out of his dollar at the Redbox?”
Ferrell has made two good movies his whole career: KICKING AND SCREAMING and STRANGER THAN FICTION. The rest either were kind of funny at first and die with repeated viewings or flat out awful.
SEMI-PRO falls in the latter trough. Here he plays Jackie Moon, a disco star from Flint, Michigan who owns, coaches and plays on his ABA team, the Flint Tropics. The film mines history for it’s comedic set-up: the ABA is going to fold at the end of the season and four teams from the league will be allowed in the NBA. At a league meeting, Jackie convinces others that the four best teams should go, not the most profitable ones. His idea buoys the Tropics, who’ve traded their washing machine for Ed Monix (Woody Harrelson), a has-been player who once played for the Celtics and is finishing out his downward spiral in Flint for personal reasons. Monix brings the team the discipline they need as they vie for the coveted fourth place.
It’s a workable scenario but for fuck’s sake, will somebody tell Ferrell enough with his random comedy shtick? It was funny and can still be funny, but all his movies are based on the premise that his character will say something completely random that has nothing to do with what is actually happening within the film, usually for the whole running time of the film. This patented form of Will Ferrell ha-ha is in lieu of an actual story and genuine comedy mined from the characters and their actions. Comedy can be a narrative art, Mr. Ferrell.
Also for the first time, Ferrell has made a R-rated film out of the gate. But why is it so lame to hear actors yell “cocksucker” and “motherfucker” like they just escaped communist Russia and landed on Ellis Island fully aware that they have the First Amendment to protect them?
SEMI-PRO ain’t as bad as TALLADEGA NIGHTS, one of the shittiest non-comedies ever filmed and at least is more memorable than almost supernaturally forgettable BLADES OF GLORY. But it lacks the innocent and appealing soul of KICKING AND SCREAMING and the confused but affable character Ferrell created in the underrated STRANGER THAN FICTION, which by the way, has the best use of Wreckless Eric’s “Whole Wide World” ever committed to celluloid.
Not many folks went and saw SEMI-PRO. Whether it was the R-Rating or people are just sick of Will’s sports-themed crapfests, I don’t know. But I can guarantee you, this is the last Will Ferrell sports comedy I see. I tell you folks another thing: if STEP BROTHERS tries to use the same kind of post-ironic comedy nothingness in place of an actual story, it could possibly be the last Will Ferrell film I see ever.
The fact people like his one-note sports films Ferrell keeps recycling gives credence to Mike Judge’s theory that one day we’ll all be sitting in theaters watching farting ass movies called ASS.
And it’s a shame because I like Will Ferrell. Unfortunately, like most artists of his generation, they seem to have one movie in them that they make over and over, like nobody‘s going to fucking notice. Like that Wes Anderson (don’t get me started on master hack Wes Anderson).
So in the end, fuck him. Fuck him and his lazy ass comedy.