After making a sparkling debut in 2004 with his first feature film the slacker comedy Napoleon Dynamite offbeat writer-director Jared Hess seemed poised for a fruitful career as an earnest more accessible alternative to hipster auteur Wes Anderson. But he stumbled a bit with his sophomore effort the uneven Mexican wrestling flick Nacho Libre despite Jack Black’s desperate mugging for laughs. And he falls apart completely with his latest comedy the crude maddeningly insipid Gentlemen Broncos.
It’s a shame too because Gentlemen Broncos
held so much potential. Its trailers promised a lively battle of wits between a pompous sci-fi author played by Flight of the Conchords
’ Jemaine Clement
and the teenage protege (Michael Angarano
) from whom he plagiarized his latest bestselling novel. It could have been Hess’s Rushmore
But what the trailers don’t tell you is that Clement plays merely a supporting role in Gentlemen Broncos
and that his character Dr. Ronald Chevalier virtually disappears after the film’s splendid setup. Clement is by far the best part of the film and when he isn’t on the screen the story devolves into an increasingly irksome blend of manufactured quirk and lame sight gags.
Hess’s sense of humor has regressed to sub-adolescent levels with Gentlemen Broncos
. Defecating snakes breast-puncturing blowdarts and jars of human testicles are just a few of the lowbrow delights that await the brave soul who attempts to make it through a viewing. When Clement returns at the end of the film and mounts a quixotic attempt to rescue it from the mire his heroic effort is sadly for naught: The disastrous fate of Gentleman Broncos
was sealed long before.