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Letters 07-27-2015

Next For Brownfields In regard to your recent piece on brownfield redevelopment in TC, the Randolph Street project appears to be proceeding without receiving its requested $600k in brownfield funding from the county. In response to this, the mayor is quoted as saying that the developer bought the property prior to performing an environmental assessment and had little choice but to now build it...

Defending Our Freedom This is in response to Sally MacFarlane Neal’s recent letter, “War Machines for Family Entertainment.” Wake Up! Make no mistake about it, we are at war! Even though the idiot we have for a president won’t accept the fact because he believes we can negotiate with Iran, etc., ISIS and their like make it very clear they intend to destroy the free world as we know it. If you take notice of the way are constantly destroying their own people, is that living...

What Is Far Left? Columnist Steve Tuttle, who so many lambaste as a liberal, considers Sen. Sanders a far out liberal “nearly invisible from the middle.” Has the middle really shifted that far right? Sanders has opposed endless war and the Patriot Act. Does Mr. Tuttle believe most of our citizens praise our wars and the positive results we have achieved from them? Is supporting endless war or giving up our civil liberties middle of the road...

Parking Corrected Stephen Tuttle commented on parking in the July 13 Northern Express. As Director of the Traverse City Downtown Development Authority, I feel compelled to address a couple key issues. But first, I acknowledge that  there is some consternation about parking downtown. As more people come downtown served by less parking, the pressure on what parking we have increases. Downtown serves a county with a population of 90,000 and plays host to over three million visitors annually...

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30 Minutes or Less

None - August 19th, 2011  

I should do a little more research, but I think “30 Minutes or Less” is the first R-rated slacker comedy based on a true recent story in which a man was blown up by a bomb strapped around his neck. You may recall the 2003 case of a pizza delivery man who dreamed up a scheme to rob a bank with the bomb strapped on. He thought it was a fake bomb, but his treacherous partners doublecrossed him.

Now here is a movie about a guy who drives for a Grand Rapids pizzeria that promises your pizza in 30 minutes or less. That, of course, establishes him as a breakneck stunt driver, which will be useful in the inevitable chase scene. The driver, named Nick, is played by Jesse Eisenberg, in an unfortunate career move after “The Social Network.” He was so good in that film that it is impossible to believe him as a character as dumb as Nick. Try to imagine George Clooney, Ben Kingsley and John Malkovich playing the Three Stooges.

His best buddy is Chet (Aziz Ansari), who goes ballistic when he discovers Nick has slept with his beautiful twin sister, Kate (Dilshad Vadsaria). That causes complications when Nick turns to Chet in desperation with a bomb strapped to his chest.

How did this happen? We meet two slacker layabouts, Dwayne (Danny McBride) and Travis (Nick Swardson). Hapless, luckless and witless, they make 10 bucks an hour cleaning the pool of Dwayne’s father (Fred Ward). One night during a lap dance Dwayne mentions his dad is a lottery winner. Juicy (Bianca Kajlich), the dancer, promises that Dwayne’s lap need never be untenanted again if he steals a million from his dad. She even suggests a hit man from Detroit: Chango (Michael Pena).

Their brainstorm: Order a pizza, strap a bomb to the guy, and have him rob a bank to get them the money to pay the hit man, who will then kill the lottery-winning dad. Need I explain that everyone involved in this plot is stupid enough to go along with it?

The time bomb deadline ramps up the urgency and leads to great desperation. The movie’s strategic error is to set the deadline too far in the future. There is something annoying about a comedy where a guy is strapped to a bomb and nevertheless has time to spare for off-topic shouting matches with his best buddy. A buddy comedy loses some of its charm in a situation like that.

Certain moments in the film elicit mechanical laughs. The chase is well-staged, but then staging a good chase, in this era of CGI, is becoming routine. Eisenberg is a good actor, which may be why he’s wrong for this. The tension over his buddy’s sister feels contrived, and only one line is devoted to the intriguing implications that she’s a twin sister.

Oh, and the only purpose of the sister, Kate, is to be beautiful. She is plugged into the plot, used to establish her existence and dropped. If she had been more involved, that might have been an improvement -- or might have shown up the plot’s shaky contrivance. Better to devote more screen time to the lap dancer, right? If you occupy the demographic this film is aimed at, Hollywood doesn’t have a very high opinion of you. Rating: Two stars.

 
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