Chris Rock is a powerful force. I love the guy. But in I THINK I LOVE MY WIFE, this mighty black man looks mighty beige.
Even in the lamest of his starring vehicles, Rock's individual voice and common sense messages shine through. But the character he plays in LOVE MY WIFE is a wishy-washy departure that demeans him, his fans and his perceptive observations on relationships.
Rock has risen from an underprivileged racial comedian to the most energizing and insightful African-American/comedic voice since Eddie Murphy and Richard Pryor. Remember the furor over his hosting of the Academy Awards in 2005; how the producers quivered at his renegade image as much as the crowd quivered at his vital energy? In tilting at the mainstream with this dull, vapid "comedy" it will be awhile before there's any more quivering around Chris Rock.
In I THINK I LOVE MY WIFE Rock is a "happily"-married ad exec who meets an old crush (Kerry Washington), who provides the laughs and sensuality that his wife (Gina Torres) doesn't. After being led along by the crush (and steadily pussified), he ends up breaking it off with her and staying with his boring wife, who suddenly, we presume, becomes unboring. Because the script says so.
There is only one good line - and it bleeds of the Rock of old: "You can lose a lot of money chasing women, but you'll never lose women chasing money." The rest of this simplistic, clichéd and tired movie can be summed up in one word: pussy-whipped, hypocritical, ball-less, suffocating, stultifying, deceitful, frustrating, emasculating, sexually-demeaning, gutless, mundane. Take your pick.
I'm terribly disappointed in him. He co-wrote, produced and directed LOVE MY WIFE, so full marks for designing the wheels, putting them on the vehicle and driving the vehicle - but if you're gonna drive into a tree, well... If he is satisfied being this unfunny and inoffensive and homogenized, he might as well be Julia Roberts.
Before SNL's formative years and before NEW JACK CITY (1991) put him on the movie landscape, Rock appeared in a standup collection, COMEDY'S DIRTIEST DOZEN (1988), also featuring the far more professional raconteur Bill Hicks (1961-1994) and a young, grunting - and funny - Tim Allen. Rock was a rough-edged angry black kid back then, still honing his chops.
But the grave lesson here is what happened to Tim Allen.
The gods of mediocrity ate Allen alive, seemingly missing the fresh-faced naive black kid with the lion pacing and racism jokes, but they have now come knocking ominously at his door, "Mr. Rock, your time has come."
The message that LOVE MY WIFE tries to convey is undermined by one of its very own characters: Steve Buscemi is Rock's friend, a married man and philanderer - yet portrayed as the most well-adjusted, likable, sensible, noble person in the film, despite the film saying that fidelity alone will make you all those things. If anything, Rock's forced, guilt-ridden fidelity drove him to become a soppy bitch who nearly ruined his family by almost losing his job.
Rock narrates the film's contradictory syrup message, "You can't chose who you love - but you can chose HOW you love." After trying to figure out the mathematics behind that idiocy, we realize the film *has* shown us "how to love" - with Buscemi's character: compartmentalize. Love someone wholly, but don't deny your manly urges on occasional fluff. After all, your woman was attracted to your manly urges - she didn't want a eunuch! - how can she demand that you quell those urges and then turn them on at her behest? Isn't that a form of psychological terrorism?
Rock narrates, "I want a woman who'll go to war with me and drag me and the kids out alive!" Sounds good - but metaphysical JUNK! Means nothing after Rock has established his marriage is sexless. You want a marriage or a Special Forces operative? Like a sycophantic Jell-O mold, Rock apologizes to his wife - even though he never did anything adulterous (even though he was thinking it, but was too gutless to act on it or even admit to thinking it - but that's another self-deceit encyclopedia) - and, we presume, lives out his days in obedient sexual frustration. Seems to be the only person quivering over Chris Rock in this movie is Chris Rock.
--Review by Poffy The Cucumber (for Poffy's Movie Mania).
Even in the lamest of his starring vehicles, Rock's individual voice and common sense messages shine through. But the character he plays in LOVE MY WIFE is a wishy-washy departure that demeans him, his fans and his perceptive observations on relationships.
Rock has risen from an underprivileged racial comedian to the most energizing and insightful African-American/comedic voice since Eddie Murphy and Richard Pryor. Remember the furor over his hosting of the Academy Awards in 2005; how the producers quivered at his renegade image as much as the crowd quivered at his vital energy? In tilting at the mainstream with this dull, vapid "comedy" it will be awhile before there's any more quivering around Chris Rock.
In I THINK I LOVE MY WIFE Rock is a "happily"-married ad exec who meets an old crush (Kerry Washington), who provides the laughs and sensuality that his wife (Gina Torres) doesn't. After being led along by the crush (and steadily pussified), he ends up breaking it off with her and staying with his boring wife, who suddenly, we presume, becomes unboring. Because the script says so.
There is only one good line - and it bleeds of the Rock of old: "You can lose a lot of money chasing women, but you'll never lose women chasing money." The rest of this simplistic, clichéd and tired movie can be summed up in one word: pussy-whipped, hypocritical, ball-less, suffocating, stultifying, deceitful, frustrating, emasculating, sexually-demeaning, gutless, mundane. Take your pick.
I'm terribly disappointed in him. He co-wrote, produced and directed LOVE MY WIFE, so full marks for designing the wheels, putting them on the vehicle and driving the vehicle - but if you're gonna drive into a tree, well... If he is satisfied being this unfunny and inoffensive and homogenized, he might as well be Julia Roberts.
Before SNL's formative years and before NEW JACK CITY (1991) put him on the movie landscape, Rock appeared in a standup collection, COMEDY'S DIRTIEST DOZEN (1988), also featuring the far more professional raconteur Bill Hicks (1961-1994) and a young, grunting - and funny - Tim Allen. Rock was a rough-edged angry black kid back then, still honing his chops.
But the grave lesson here is what happened to Tim Allen.
The gods of mediocrity ate Allen alive, seemingly missing the fresh-faced naive black kid with the lion pacing and racism jokes, but they have now come knocking ominously at his door, "Mr. Rock, your time has come."
The message that LOVE MY WIFE tries to convey is undermined by one of its very own characters: Steve Buscemi is Rock's friend, a married man and philanderer - yet portrayed as the most well-adjusted, likable, sensible, noble person in the film, despite the film saying that fidelity alone will make you all those things. If anything, Rock's forced, guilt-ridden fidelity drove him to become a soppy bitch who nearly ruined his family by almost losing his job.
Rock narrates the film's contradictory syrup message, "You can't chose who you love - but you can chose HOW you love." After trying to figure out the mathematics behind that idiocy, we realize the film *has* shown us "how to love" - with Buscemi's character: compartmentalize. Love someone wholly, but don't deny your manly urges on occasional fluff. After all, your woman was attracted to your manly urges - she didn't want a eunuch! - how can she demand that you quell those urges and then turn them on at her behest? Isn't that a form of psychological terrorism?
Rock narrates, "I want a woman who'll go to war with me and drag me and the kids out alive!" Sounds good - but metaphysical JUNK! Means nothing after Rock has established his marriage is sexless. You want a marriage or a Special Forces operative? Like a sycophantic Jell-O mold, Rock apologizes to his wife - even though he never did anything adulterous (even though he was thinking it, but was too gutless to act on it or even admit to thinking it - but that's another self-deceit encyclopedia) - and, we presume, lives out his days in obedient sexual frustration. Seems to be the only person quivering over Chris Rock in this movie is Chris Rock.
--Review by Poffy The Cucumber (for Poffy's Movie Mania).