Two stars. Rated PG-13, for violence, sexual candor, profanity and drug references
By Derrick Bang • Originally published in The Davis Enterprise, 5.1.15
In the space of one short month at the
end of last year, Reese Witherspoon starred in an inspirational drama about
Sudanese refugees settling in Missouri (The Good Lie); collected a
well-deserved Academy Award nomination for her persuasive portrayal of solo
hiker Cheryl Strayed (Wild); and delivered a droll supporting performance as
a snarky deputy district attorney in director Paul Thomas Anderson’s admittedly
weird — but oddly compelling — handling of a notorious Thomas Pynchon novel
(Inherent Vice).
So ... what does Reese — a
previous Oscar winner, let us not forget, for her memorable turn as June Carter,
in Walk the Line — do for a follow-up?
Something rilly, rilly nifty,
right?
If only.
I’ve no idea why high-caliber
talents such as Witherspoon attach themselves to low-rent junk such as Hot
Pursuit. There’s no way David Feeney and John Quaintance’s misbegotten script
ever could have shown promise. Nor has it been dragged to life by director Anne
Fletcher, which merely proves that the pudding was rancid to begin with; she did
far better with previous comedies such as 27 Dresses, The Guilt Trip and
most particularly The Proposal.
Fletcher clearly knows funny, and
Witherspoon can do funny. So can co-star Sofía Vergara, as she has quite ably
demonstrated during six seasons (and counting) of television’s Modern Family.
No, the blame here belongs solely
to the numb-nuts script, which plays like a bottom-of-the-barrel television
sitcom episode. No surprise there, since Feeney is a veteran of slapstick (but
successful) TV work such as New Girl, According to Jim and 2 Broke Girls, while Quaintance has struggled with less successful rom-coms such as Perfect
Couples, Whitney and Ben and Kate.
So if this big-screen gal-pal
comedy looks, walks and quacks like a TV duck, there’s ample reason.
Mind you, I’ve no objection per se to dumb and aggressively loud TV comedies; I’ve laughed plenty hard during
random episodes of New Girl. (2 Broke Girls ... not so much.) But there
comes a point when it too frequently feels as if the stars in such material are
trying to wring laughter from predictably stupid plots and dead-on-arrival one-liners.
That’s most definitely the case
with Hot Pursuit.
Witherspoon stars as uptight,
super-straight-arrow Texas cop Cooper, who goes by her last name and quotes
department regulations with the crisp authority of a spelling bee champion.
Trouble is, despite being the doting daughter of a departed and much-admired
police officer, she over-reacts in the field and has been demoted to desk duty.
Until now.
When mob underling Felipe Riva
(Vincent Laresca) agrees to testify against his way-dangerous drug lord boss
(Joaquín Cosio), Cooper is asked to join the detective (Richard T. Jones)
assigned to escort the snitch to a waiting Dallas courtroom. Cooper’s boss
(John Carroll Lynch) wants to do everything properly, and that means granting Felipe’s
wife a female police presence.
Unfortunately, the wife in
question turns out to be Daniella (Vergara), a hot-tempered, hotter-blooded
Colombian trophy wife who — for openers — refuses to leave the house without
several dozen pairs of shoes.
Cooper has little time to process
this bit of Imelda Marcosian insanity; within seconds of her arrival at the
Riva home, guns are blazing from two sets of assassins. Cooper and Daniella
manage to escape, but only just barely, and the latter quite reluctantly.
“Look at you!” Daniella sneers,
to her savior. “You’re teeny-tiny; you’re like a little dog that I can put in
my purse!”
Things continue in much the same
vein, as our mismatched female companions struggle to stay at least a few steps
ahead of certain death.
OK, yes; plenty of easy laughs
can be — and are — milked from this Mutt ’n’ Jeff pairing. The movie is on
fairly safe ground as long as Feeney and Quaintance give Daniella sarcastic
put-downs, which Vergara snarls in Witherspoon’s direction with well-timed aplomb.
And yes, the 5-foot-1 Witherspoon
does look toy-like, standing in the shadow of 5-foot-7 Vergara, who looms even
taller in her character’s laughably crazy high heels. Similarly, Cooper’s
repressed, undersexed, forever anxious demeanor is an amusing contrast to
Vergara’s outlandishly aggressive, hot-tamale act. By all appearances, they
make what should be a richly comedic pair.
Trouble is, Feeney and Quaintance
haven’t the faintest idea what to do with their characters. And that too
frequently leaves Witherspoon and Vergara struggling for air, as they
constantly sink beneath the smothering embrace of contrived and stupid
set-pieces.
I’m hard-pressed to choose a
worst, given so many possibilities, but the most desperately clumsy moment
probably occurs when Daniella attempts to persuade a gun-toting rancher that
she and Cooper are lovers. Major ouch, all around.
The plot moves in wholly
predictable directions, starting with “surprise” bad guys who are blindingly
obvious long before their evil ways are exposed. That said — and to be fair —
Feeney and Quaintance do deliver one reasonably clever twist in the final act.
Robert Kazinsky also adds some
amusing sparkle as Randy, a low-level felon encountered by our wayward gals,
who takes an unexpected shine to Cooper.
“You’re ... kind of intense,” he
says, in obvious admiration. “I dig it.”
To which Cooper can only stare,
quite blankly.
Failed films come in all shapes
and sizes, the worst clearly being those that are so deadly dull, or so
hopelessly unfunny, that we’d cheerfully opt for root-canal surgery, over
spending another minute in their inept company. Hot Pursuit isn’t in that
league; it’s what I’d call watchably bad.
And, at a fleeting 87 minutes, it
doesn’t overstay its limited welcome. Fletcher and editor Priscilla
Nedd-Friendly rip through the various plot shenanigans with crisp intensity,
clearly intending to get off the stage as quickly as possible. For which they
have my undying gratitude.
But make no mistake: This is
pretty thin gruel, and nothing to be proud of.
I guess Witherspoon can be
congratulated for a willingness to branch out, dress down, and hurl herself
into something truly different. But goodness, gal, be a little more selective
next time!
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