3.5 stars. Rated R, for strong sexual content, drug use, nudity, crude humor and relentless profanity
By Derrick Bang • Originally published in The Davis Enterprise, 12.12.14
Caught an interesting film the
other day.
Concerns a disillusioned movie
star who, having turned his back on a crowd-pleasing and profitable pop-culture
franchise, attempts to re-invent himself as a serious actor by writing,
directing and starring in a highly unlikely vanity project. And, to make things
more intriguing, this film’s approach and directorial style are self-referential
to the point where real life and reel life blur before our eyes.
No, I’m not talking about Birdman. As it happens, I’m referring to Chris Rock’s Top Five.
Yes, Virginia; it would appear
that these Hollywood types have been reading each other’s mail again.
I mean, seriously, how does this
happen? How many forlorn, anguished twentysomething women attempted to find
themselves via thousand-mile solo treks through wilderness in the late 20th
century? And within months of each other, we get biographical movies about both
of them?
The celluloid gods do work in
mysterious ways.
But I digress.
Although Top Five doesn’t have
the ambition or directorial pizzazz of Alejandro González Iñárritu’s Birdman, the similarities are strong ... as is Rock’s savage indictment of today’s
vanity-laden, social media-obsessed excuse for popular entertainment. And, much
the way Iñárritu employed cinematic legerdemain to add visual snap to his
narrative, Rock employs the rat-a-tat delivery of stand-up comedy to tell the
story of New York City-based comedian-turned-film star Andre Allen’s effort to
re-cast his career in a manner that fans aren’t about to embrace.
The results are uneven, with some
of Andre’s sidebar detours plunging too far into wince-inducing vulgarity, but
there’s no denying the shrewd, insightful analysis of how we tend to devour our
celebrities these days. We must remember that Rock masterminded four hilarious
and sharply savvy seasons of TV’s Everybody Loves Chris, which unerringly
skewered school- and family-induced teen angst while simultaneously being quite
funny.
Andre (played by Rock), as far as
his fans are concerned, hasn’t been funny for a long time. He abandoned
stand-up years ago, seeking success in Hollywood; he found it in a series of
slapstick Hammy the Bear action comedies where only his voice could be
recognized beneath his fur-laden costume. Needless to say, the artistic returns
have been limited. (Imagine if Tim Allen, having graduated from the improv
stage, achieved fame solely as the voice of Buzz Lightyear in Pixar’s Toy
Story franchise.)
Desperate for respect, and with
the box-office clout to get his way, Andre has embarked on an extremely dubious
project: Uprize!, a fact-based account of the successful 18th century Haitian
slave revolt that is regarded as a defining moment in both American and
European history. Needless to say, nobody wants to see the Hammy guy in such an
endeavor, and Andre’s efforts to build favorable buzz have been difficult.
The events in this film take
place during a single tempestuous day in Andre’s former Big Apple stomping
grounds, as he resists the increasingly personal questions posed by New York
Times journalist Chelsea Brown (Rosario Dawson), who has been assigned to
shadow him for 24 hours. Andre has nothing against Chelsea per se, but he has
been burned repeatedly by the Times film critic, and therefore isn’t inclined
to cooperate.
But Chelsea — armed with Dawson’s
vibrant smile — is both persistent and probing, and Andre gradually thaws. What
emerges, via a blend of flashbacks and stand up-style patter, is a portrait of
a struggling comic who successfully rose from humble origins, succumbed too
many times to adulation and temptation, and now hasn’t the faintest idea what
to do with himself, or with his career.
Worse yet, Andre’s personal life
has become a media circus, thanks to his ill-advised engagement to Erica Long
(Gabrielle Union), a reality television “star” who has orchestrated their
entire relationship — and their upcoming wedding — as a Bravo TV series. The
impact on Andre ranges from the merely embarrassing (as when Erica insists that
all kisses take place not only in public, but on camera) to the downright
creepy (as when she secretly swaps the wedding ring he purchased her for a
glitzier upgrade, because it’ll “film” better).
All this unfolds both in “real”
time, as Andre and Chelsea chat and flirt their way from East Harlem to the
West Village, and in flashbacks that reveal key points in Andre’s life. The
patter between Rock and Dawson ranges from circumspect to intimate, cheerful to
angry, happy to sad. And, given the nature of this turbulent day — by design, in
Rock’s script — both Andre and Chelsea are forced to confront all sorts of
messy and uncomfortable details about themselves, their pasts and what drives
them.
The film takes awhile to kick
into gear, and matters aren’t helped by the first act’s strong reliance on
vulgarity and racial epithets (an affectation that still makes me cringe, even
when employed black-on-black). It’s almost as if Rock (as director) grows more
comfortable with his material and approach as the story progresses, because
we’re completely drawn into these characters by the third act ... which comes
with several unexpected revelations.
Although an undisputed master of
comic timing, Rock also displays deft physical timing; his sideways glances are
hilarious, and his double-takes are to die for. At Andre’s worst moments — some
constructed for hilarity, others horrifying for other reasons — Rock’s deer-in-the-headlights
display of terror will make you laugh until it hurts.
Then, in the blink of an eye, the
emotional tone shifts ... and Rock just as capably allows us inside Andre’s
head, and we grasp how frustrated, miserable and precarious this man has become.
Clearly, he’s one impulsive act away from self-destruction.
I must note, as well, that Rock
(as scripter) has a strong sense of the temptations that reformed substance
abusers must endure — particularly those surrounded by sycophants — every
waking moment of their lives.
Dawson matches Rock in every
scene, whether via quips, scathing put-downs or spontaneous flashes of candor.
Her Chelsea is a richly complex character: an irresistible blend of flirty
self-assurance and inner shame that her radiant gaze never completely conceals.
She’s earthy, intelligent and genuine in a way that none of Andre’s hangers-on
could hope to become.
Union is appropriately grotesque
as the self-absorbed Erica, although we shouldn’t judge too quickly; even this
character has a hidden side that emerges, during a key scene, and speaks
volumes about what likely drives many (most? all?) of the narcissistic, vacuous
dweebs who populate television and the Internet these days.
J.B. Smoove is constantly amusing
as Silk, Andre’s best friend and handler; Ben Vereen has a brief but telling
scene as Andre’s father. Anders Holm pops up as Brad, Chelsea’s boyfriend, who
winds up the butt of a particularly, ah, painful prank that cannot be described
in a family blog.
Cedric the Entertainer breaks the
land-speed record for profanity as Jazzy Dee, a publicity agent who isn’t
nearly as “connected” as he leads clients to believe; Tracy Morgan is oddly
restrained and rather disappointing as Fred, one of the many members of Andre’s
noisy extended family. Whoopi Goldberg, Jerry Seinfeld and Adam Sandler pop up
as themselves during a nightclub sequence.
The occasional slapstick touches
are hit and miss. An early encounter involving Jazzy Dee and two hookers veers
way beyond disgusting and scrapes the bottom of the grotesque barrel;
alternatively, the payoff to Chelsea’s fondness for hot-hot-hot sauce is both dreadful
and very, very funny.
The film’s title, by the way,
refers to the popular social ritual of naming personal “top five” lists,
whether cars, running backs or (mostly, in this case) hip-hop artists. The
point is that one’s choices make strong statements about character, and can be
quite revealing.
Settling into Rock’s wickedly
salacious groove may be more than delicate mainstream viewers are willing to
handle, but the payoff is worthwhile for adventurous spirits. Top Five is far
from perfect, but it’s also a thoughtful and irreverent surprise.
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