To
tear or wear off the skin of; abrade; to condemn, decry, objurgate...
by
Jon Dunmore © 13 Dec 2006. An
insult to gangsters, Italians, homosexuals, Al Pacino, lesbians, actors, retards,
and even David Hasselhoff. First
mistake: the movie's name, and then having Gigli himself explain its pronunciation,
like it was a running gag that was funny.
Second
mistake: Ben Affleck, trying to Get Shorty with some kind of Bad-Cool 'tude. Third
mistake: Jennifer Lopez, Fly Girl made good. Fourth
mistake: Rain Man Justin Bartha. Hoffman he ain't. Fifth
mistake: Jennifer Lopez. Al
Pacino made the sixth mistake, not by appearing in this movie, but by doing Al
Pacino. Seventh
mistake: see Fifth Mistake. Supposed
bad-ass gangster Gigli (Affleck) is sent by his boss, Louis (defiantly ugly Lenny
Venito) to kidnap a federal prosecutor's retarded brother, Brian (Bartha), who
is obsessed with "The Baywatch." Stepping into Gigli's hideout/apartment
comes Ricki (Lopez), a lesbian gangster whom Louis has also assigned to the kidnapping
because he doubts Gigli's competence (you and me both, Louis). Gigli falls for
Ricki (as any red-blooded guy who has a proclivity for lipstick lesbians is wont
to do - to whit: Chasing Amy) and so begins an insufferable cultivation
of Ricky's inscrutable vagina by Gigli. As
with all Hollywood lesbians, Ricki is more than willing to betray her sex for
some hot man-love, but there's a deeper betrayal going on - that of the movie
betraying the male gender. The last scene depicts Gigli shedding a decidedly girly
tear and letting Ricki drive off in his Merc, whereupon she promptly turns around
and picks him up. Usually, the man is driving, the man is picking up the woman,
the woman is shedding the tears. In reversing the gender roles, Gigli tries
to get away with emasculating its main character - and fails, if public outcry
against this vapid movie is any indication. Director
Martin Brest, emboldened by his award-winning Scent of a Woman (1992) must
have thought he was onto a winner with this cast - a veeeery public love affair
between his leading couple and cameos by Pacino and Christopher Walken (who also
made a mistake by appearing in this film, but salvaged his dignity by at least
doing his characteristic Walken); instead, Brest shoots himself in the
foot with a lackluster script, lusterless direction and the absolutely unconvincing
concept that Lopez and Affleck could possibly be gangsters.
Within
the first ten minutes, there are about five blatant "explanation" monologs
(dialog specifically inserted for the benefit of the viewer): explaining limousine
driver lingo, explaining the plot, explaining the word "excoriate" (not
only do we get the meaning of excoriate, the character feels the need to justify
why he would even USE this word - because he is "learning one word a day"). Why
does Brest insult us like this? Because he is talking to an audience who would
voluntarily go see a Jennifer Lopez and Ben Affleck movie. That's how highly he
thinks of you. Tragedy is, that demographic will not even realize they are being
insulted, because - well, because they would voluntarily go see a Jennifer Lopez
and Ben Affleck movie.
You
have been excoriated. Look it up. END |
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