Surf’s Up (2007)
**½/****
screenplay by Don Rhymer and Ash Brannon & Chris Buck & Chris Jenkins
directed by Ash Brannon & Chris Buck
by Walter Chaw I guess it’s fair to say that Ash Brannon (Toy Story 2) and Chris Buck’s mockumentary Surf’s Up is a successful send-up of the Endless Summer-style documentary recently revived by Stacy Peralta’s Riding Giants–but its triumph as such is relegated to so microscopic a genre that its usefulness as satire is negligible. It might delight a few guys who revere Bruce Brown’s waterlogged hagiographies or, closer to the vein, the handful of folks who’ll actually recognize that surf legends Kelly Slater and Rob Machado make cameos–but we’re a long way here from a roomful of toys coming to life when their owner is gone, and while it’s tempting to laud Surf’s Up for being ambitious, it’s frustrating that the picture has to dedicate a tedious amount of time to the usual slapstick gags just to apologize for its obscure premise. Far from condemning it as the next Shrek, though, I’d say the worst thing about Surf’s Up is that it’s clever enough to leave you expecting more–and inoffensive enough (unless scenes of a primitive tribe of cannibal penguins can somehow be traced back to Native-fear flicks or intolerance towards Polynesians) to leave you wishing some of the “nuggets” its anachronistic Chicken Joe (Jon Heder, in the first performance of his career that didn’t leave me wanting to punch his mother) mentions were in more obvious display in the filmmakers.
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June 10, 2007|I pretty much disagree with most of what Eli Roth has to say about Hostel Part II. An unabashed fan of his work for its delicate balancing act of depravity, deathly-black humour, and loving homage, I found his latest film an exciting self-reflexive exercise–a casual question mark thrown at moviegoers who would knowingly pay to see graphic depictions of torture. But the man himself insists that his primary goal lies in pleasing the audience with his specialized brand of perversion–and if, in explaining his technique, he comes across as abrasive, self-important, and longwinded, it’s because he’s got a lot of set ideas about what his films are saying and at whom they’re targeted; furthermore, he’s unafraid to expound on those ideas in excruciating detail. And yet, his aversion to accepted subtext–as well as his somewhat wishy-washy consideration of critical reaction–neatly encapsulates one of the most admirable aspects of Hostel Part II, i.e., how its finest (read: grisliest) moments at once point to something bubbling under the surface and somehow thwart a deeper reading of the Guignol thrills. Roth certainly lays a great deal of his personality and excitement for cinema on the table for all to see, but still I wonder what he’s keeping hidden. I’m reminded of how his mentor David Lynch deadpanned a challenge to viewers to find the “correct” interpretation of Eraserhead.
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