Orange
County
reviewed
by Dave
Orange
County is the first (and hopefully last) Colin Hanks
vehicle. It also happens to be one of the most boring,
unfocused, unfunny comedies I've seen in a long time.
There
are big problems here. For starters, you have to take
a look at who is in this movie, because not since
Mars Attacks has a cast this potentially decent been
so completely wasted.
Present
for this snoozefest is a huge list of funny people:
Catherine O'Hara, John Lithgow, Lily Tomlin, Chevy
Chase, Harold Ramis, Kevin Kline, Ben Stiller and
Jack Black. Yet who stars in this movie? Colin Hanks.
If
you aren't familiar with Colin Hanks, it's probably
because you haven't seen his bit part in That Thing
You Do or his appearance in Band of Brothers. That's
about the extent of his work, so why would he get
his own movie when, quite frankly, he's not that good?
Well, it's probably the same reason he was in the
aforementioned movie and TV show: Tom Hanks is his
dad.
I
honestly can't think of any other reason Colin Hanks
would get his own picture. Is Tom Hanks such a god
in Hollywood that this cast of talented actors and
comedians would willingly play second fiddle to a
B-movie actor? Yes, apparently he is.
There's
an old adage that the best way to make yourself look
good is to surround yourself with people who look
good, and apparently that's the theory that was applied
to the casting of Orange County. But what somebody
failed to realize was that when you hold up a piece
of crap next to handful of diamonds, the crap just
looks crappier. Such is Colin Hanks and the actors
who play his friends and girlfriend. They can't hold
a candle to the veteran actors playing the parents
and teachers in Orange County.
Beyond
the bizarre casting that has the bad actors starring
and the good actors in supporting and cameo roles,
confusion is at the very heart of this flick. What
exactly is this movie trying to be? Is Orange County
a gross-out teen druggie comedy? Is it a farcical
parody? Is it a coming of age drama about someone
finding himself? Um
I don't really know, and
neither does the movie.
Orange
County starts off with Jack Black throwing up. (By
the way, I think Jack Black can be very funny, but
this movie wastes him.) Okay, it's a gross-out teen
comedy. But then there are some scenes set in a high
school that play as parody scenes from Not Another
Teen Movie. Then we meet the girlfriend, who is extremely
devoted to saving wayward animals. She seems like
a character out of a Farrelly Brothers movie. Okay,
it's a farcical parody of teen comedy.
But
then, in the last reel, something odd happens. For
starters Kevin Kline shows up. I think this was actually
a mistake on his part. I think he was on his way to
rehearsal for his role as a teacher in The Emperor's
Club, accidentally showed up at the filming of Orange
County, and they decided to keep him in the film.
Someone who's seen both movies can verify this for
me, but I'm guessing he's reading lines from The Emperor's
Club when he's on the screen.
Anyway,
Kevin Kline shows up, and Orange County contorts itself
again, this time deciding it's going to be an inspirational
coming-of-age drama like Dead Poet's Society or Finding
Forrester, where the great teacher inspires the struggling
student.
Okay,
fine. But of course before it ends we have to go back
to comedy for a few minutes as we're treated to a
completely out-of-place scene where good old Colin
finds out that his two best friends have been homo-ing
it out in a van parked in front of his house.
Orange
County is an oddly-casted, poorly-directed, garbled
film that never manages to become more than the sum
of its confusing, jumbled up parts. As I was watching
Orange County I felt, more than anything else, completely
bored. Now, after writing this review, I realize I
pretty much hate this movie. So that's the range you're
looking at for Orange County - somewhere between boring
and detestable, depending on how much thought you
give it.
The
good news, however, is that, as far as I know, Tom
Hanks only has one kid to push on the American populace.



