To get around the premise to Head of State you must be willing to suspend your disbelief. Don't worry; it doesn't hurt. In fact it keeps you rolling in the aisles. Chris Rock plays Mays Gilliam a Washington D.C. alderman who listens to the people in his neighborhood and does everything he can to help them out. Unfortunately he's just not good at playing the political game--he's got too much heart. Then just as Mays is about to lose his job he unwittingly becomes part of a much bigger political machine. After the frontrunner in the race for president dies in a plane crash party pols--including Sen. Bill Arnot (James Rebhorn) advisor Debra Lassiter (Lynn Whitfield) and campaign manager Martin Geller (Dylan Baker)--ask Mays to step in as their nominee. Say what? Well to be honest those behind the scenes have chosen the unsuspecting Mays because they know darn well no one is going to vote for him. Losing now will give Arnot a better chance to win the presidential election in four years. What they don't expect is Mays's determination to do good as he throws away all conventions and incorporates his own special brand of campaigning (his motto: "That ain't right!"). At first only his older brother--and eventual running mate--Mitch (Bernie Mac) and new love Lisa (Tamala Jones) understand how truly effective Mays could be if elected president. Soon everyone does.
It's always been sort of a hit-and-miss situation with Rock and his films--the last two (Bad Company Down to Earth) have bombed at the box office. Fortunately Head of State captures just the right mixture of Rock's biting humor and social commentary--and even though the comedian likes to put on the smart ass routine most of the time deep down the guy has a heart of gold. I imagine Mays Gilliam is pretty close to who Rock really is. Even though Rock's good when the hilarious Bernie Mac hits the scene he turns the film up a notch. Mac whose career has skyrocketed in the last few years with his hit TV show has one of those expressive faces that tells it all. You can feel the energy rising when Mitch walks off the train dressed to the nines to meet his brother and assume his duties as Mays's running mate. In the supporting roles Whitfield does a nice job as the snooty advisor whose ideas about politics are happily changed by Gilliam's unorthodox ways while Robin Givens goes out on a limb playing Mays' shrewish ex-girlfriend who dumps the guy but desperately tries to get him back when she realizes where he's heading. Rebhorn and Nick Searcy who plays Mays's snarky opponent Vice President Brian Lewis easily take on the roles as the evil politicians. Only Jones (Two Can Play That Game) is wasted as the sweet girl-next-door.
As star co-writer and producer Rock also makes his directorial debut with Head of State. In total control of the project the comedian grabs the chance to incorporate whatever bits and outrageous behavior tickle his funny bone. In the film's opening credits for example he lists several political leaders including Bob Dole Al Gore and Hillary Clinton and then states "Who are NOT in this movie." You know from then on that you're in for a farcical ride along the road to Pennsylvania Avenue. Some moments are hysterical: Mitch explaining why with a background as a bail bondsman he's more than qualified to enter politics ("I can bail out the United States") or secret servicemen coming out of nowhere to whisk off an unwanted ex-girlfriend. Other moments miss the mark: a room full of uptight Washington D.C. muckity mucks getting jiggy with it as soon as Nelly's "Hot in Herre" comes on? Please. It's Rock's show though and he wants us to laugh long and hard--but he still sends out the message that anyone who puts his mind to it can make a difference.
September 07, 2001 1:09pm EST
Shanté has everything going for her: she's smart successful and sexy an advertising exec who is so well versed in the field of romance that her girlfriends rely on her to dispense relationship advice on a regular basis hanging on her every word. Shanté however is in for a big surprise when she finds out her equally successful lawyer boyfriend Keith (Morris Chestnut) is cheating on her with her archrival Conny (Gabrielle Union). Rather than confront him about his two-timing ways she decides to put into effect her "Ten Day Plan" (an even dumber variation of "The Rules") intent on getting her man back at her side where she thinks he belongs. The plan involves childish games like not returning his phone calls and dating other men in plain view. She painfully explains these steps one by one looking directly into the camera. Keith on the other hand takes advice from his best friend Tony (Anthony Anderson) and plays the game right back. With scheming like this their relationship just has to work out.
The ensemble in this film is not a bad one; the members are simply victims of their own bad judgement for choosing to star in this stereotypical monstrosity. As Shanté Fox (Kingdom Come Set It Off) is reduced to playing a character who is supposed to be well educated but constantly spews out words like "ho'" and "hoochie." Let's hope there are better roles ahead for her--perhaps in her next project the basketball comedy Juwana Man? As sidekicks Anderson (Romeo Must Die) and Mo'nique (UPN's The Parkers) actually provide a lot more laughs and entertainment than do Fox and Chestnut (The Brothers). As Keith Chestnut comes across as a superficial player devoid of any meaningful qualities. He's too slick and sleazy. It's sad to see Chestnut fall so far from his role as Ricky Baker in John Singleton's Boyz 'N the Hood to this. Surprisingly Bobby Brown makes a funny cameo appearance as a buck-toothed makeover candidate.
Written and directed by Mark Brown (screenwriter How to be a Player HBO's Quincy's Jook Joint) Two Can Play That Game offers nothing fresh or new to the whiny relationship genre. In fact this film seems more like a lesser version of Waiting to Exhale or a really long episode of UPN's Girlfriends. For someone who supposedly has it so together Shanté's character comes across as dependent and desperate. Why doesn't she just dump her suave dallying beau? While right-at-the-camera monologues may work for Frankie Muniz in Malcolm in the Middle they are just plain irritating here. Not helping is the entire unoriginal girls vs. boys bantering or battle-of-the-sexes theme. To make matters worse the film is also perversely riddled with product placements like Coca-Cola and Miller Genuine Draft. The moral of the film seems to be that getting an unfaithful man to the later is some sort of just reward.