If a major motion picture studio gave you $50 million to make the movie of your choice what would it be like? If you’re producers Tim Bevan and Eric Fellner and writers Simon Pegg and Nick Frost it’d be a loving lampoon of geek culture and an homage to the films of the Spielberg/Lucas revolution but nostalgia is both an advantage and disadvantage in director Greg Mottola’s Paul.
Pegg and Frost star as a pair of nerds from across the pond who fulfill lifelong dreams when they fly to San Diego for the annual Mecca of nerdom Comic-Con. The doofy duo extend their trip to tour America’s extraterrestrial hot spots including Area 51 where they pick up an unexpected alien hitchhiker on the run from the proverbial men in black. Across the country they go getting into trouble picking up more passengers and building bromantic bonds as the little green man Paul inches closer to his escape from planet Earth and the shadowy government official who has been exploiting his knowledge of the universe since he crash landed in Wyoming over 60 years ago.
Fan-favorite filmmakers since 2004’s Shaun of the Dead Pegg and Frost have been making geek chic for years now and continue to create identifiable roles for themselves while finding humorous ways to write their like-minded friends into their movies. Their collection of wacky characters is charming if incredibly derivative but for better or worse they are the heart and soul of the film. Jason Bateman Kristen Wiig Bill Hader and Jo Lo Truglio turn in fun performances but I expected a bit more from the Jane Lynch David Koechner and Sigourney Weaver cameos. Still Seth Rogen’s vocal performance as Paul adds significant layers to an already adorable alien and enlivens the adequately rendered CG character.
The comedy is surprisingly sweet and doesn’t bite like Mottola’s Superbad though there are enough religious jabs and signs of anti-establishment fervor to call it mildly subversive. Lack of laughs isn’t the issue here; lack of originality is. Mottola is too dependent on pop-culture references and inside jokes pertaining to E.T. Star Wars and Close Encounters of the Third Kind so much so that the film ultimately becomes a parody of itself as its storyline mirrors that of Steven Spielberg’s massive 1982 blockbuster (in this world the movie mogul actually consults the incarcerated alien for inspiration for his beloved family film). While these nods are all amusing they’re not enough to carry the film and Mottola/Frost/Pegg offer little else. At its worst Paul will give you a reason to revisit those classic sci-fi staples and remember the good old days. At best it provides a few mindless chuckles and gives you good reason to give the geek next to you a great big hug.
Every few years Hugh Grant comes out of hiding to wince and stammer his way to a paycheck occasionally serving up a pleasant surprise like About a Boy but more often churning out forgettable rom-coms like Music and Lyrics and Two Weeks Notice. His latest film Did You Hear About the Morgans? a fish-out-of-water rom-com co-starring Preakness runner-up Sarah Jessica Parker belongs steadfastly in the latter category -- and it might just be the worst of the lot.
Bearing a perpetually pained expression Grant literally suffers through the film as Paul Morgan a Londoner-turned-Manhattanite whose marriage to Meryl (Parker) a posh high-achieving real-estate agent is set adrift after his recent infidelity. He’s keen on reconciliation; she’s firmly against it. So are we for that matter after witnessing a few minutes of their strained and utterly futile attempts at creating chemistry. But I digress...
Prospects for the Morgans’ marriage appear grim but their destinies abruptly align again when they unwittingly witness a murder of a high-level FBI informant. Fearing for the unhappy couples’ safety the government whisks Paul and Meryl away to a tiny rural town in Wyoming where they’re forced to live under the same roof deprived of the modern conveniences of their upscale New York lifestyle.
The Morgans eventually reunite of course but not before subjecting us to a truly torturous gauntlet of bland bits each involving a predictably disastrous experiment with horseback riding wood chopping cow milking or other stereotypically rural activity. Our suffering is occasionally mitigated by the periodic witty comment from Grant whose ability to deliver wry one-liners with expert precision is still very much intact. After Did You Hear About the Morgans? however his career may not be.