Usually, I’m willing to go wherever Will Ferrell wants to take
me as a viewer. Through countless motion pictures, the actor has
proven that he’s more worth his salt, both as a comedian and as
a dramatic performer. Whatever claims cinematic elitists may
have made in years past, all arguments against Ferrell’s success
have proven largely unwarranted. The casual viewer can enter any
given Ferrell comedy and expect to laugh their ass off; the man
is that consistent.
My lofty opinion of Ferrell makes his latest
“comedy,” Semi-Pro,
all the more of a dud. It’s easily the worst picture of the
actor’s career, totally laugh-less in its execution. Ferrell is
a great comedian when he’s delivering well-scripted material,
often finding the perfect balance between the planned and the
unplanned.Semi-Pro, however, operates on a cliché and
boring screenplay by Scot Armstrong (The Heartbreak Kid,
School for Scoundrels), and hence proves that Ferrell’s
range is not unlimited. Everything the lead actor noticeably
improvises in the movie has been seen out of him before and,
without anywhere else to roam creatively, his performance
plummets.
The central problem with the film is that it
exists exclusively as an underdog sports-story, never fully
realizing that it’s supposed to be a laugh-riot, much less one
starring Ferrell. In fact, Semi-Pro could
easily be turned into a feel-good Disney basketball flick with a
few minor edits. Ferrell plays Jackie Moon, a laughing-stock of
an owner/coach/player for the Flint Tropics, the worst
basketball team in the American Basketball Association. Jackie
is heartbroken when he is told that his team will be terminated
when the ABA merges with the NBA, absorbing only four teams in
the deal (the Tropics not being one of them). Outraged, Jackie
convinces the league-commissioner to allow the four teams with
the best records at the end of the season to live on. The
commissioner agrees and, suddenly, the flailing Tropics have
their work cut out for them.
Sure, there are some typical Ferrell
comedy-bits sporadically woven into the material. (These usually
involve the riotous “promotions” that Jackie creates for the
Tropics once the commissioner tells him that he must bring 2,000
fans into the stands of every game to qualify for the merger,
which include half-time bear-fights and choreographed dances.)
Still, I can’t help but feel that Ferrell has done most of the
physical comedy that he is capable of in years past and
developed a persona around it. Going into Semi-Pro,
the area where I really wanted to see him excel was in his
delivery of bitingly-written comedy, something that did not
happen because said bitingly-written comedy proved conspicuously
absent from the equation.
Another factor that hurts Ferrell’s
comedic-chops in Semi-Pro is
the fact that the studio allowed the film to be rated R.
Contrary to what one might assume, this does not allow the actor
to be humorously offensive or grotesquely satirical. Instead, it
provides him an excuse to throw around a few more F-bombs than
he is used to and star in a movie that includes a thoroughly
pointless sex-scene. Part of the reason that Kicking
and Screaming and Talladega
Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby, Ferrell’s past two
sports-related adventures, were so successful is because they
forced Ferrell to think outside of the conventional vulgar,
Comedic-Box because of their studio-mandated PG-13 ratings. He
was not allowed to mindlessly engage in the
middle-school-playground humor of Semi-Pro.
If you get the feeling that I’m having a
hard time writing about Semi-Pro,
that’s because I am. It is literally one of the most
conventional, uninspired movies I have seen in ages. The only
reason why it retains a two-bucket rating from me is because of
the mere fact that, in its short ninety minutes, it never
becomes extraordinarily offensive or painful. To conclude on a
note as blunt and obvious as the movie itself: there’s
absolutely no reason to shell out $10 for admission to Semi-Pro.
-Danny Baldwin, Bucket Reviews
Review Published on: 2.29.2008
Screened on: 2.27.2008
at the Mann Chinese 6 in Hollywood, CA.