Drop Dead Gorgeous

Reviewed by: AceOfSpades

December 15, 1999

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This is perhaps the most miserable comedy I've seen in years. I did not laugh once; my girlfriend chuckled a couple of times. But when I turned to her and suggested, "You're FORCING yourself to laugh because this is awful," she shrugged and said she was trying to make the best of a bad situation.

This film answers the question: "What happens when people with no sense of humor try to make a comedy?"

There are exactly two almost-funny moments: One, a big fat retarded guy who goofs around like a retard. Two, Ellen Barkin calling someone a "retard."

Not bad, but even I admit that retard jokes are very, very cheap; I also just find it incredibly funny when someone calls someone else a retard.

The rest of the humor and plot is so obvious I predicted about ten jokes long before they occurred. If you sat down for ten minutes and brainstormed the first dozen jokes you could tell about beauty pagents, you'd come up with everything in this movie, and perhaps several gags they hadn't thought of.

Here's an example: The good girl, Kirstin Dunst, whom we're supposed to be rooting for, is portrayed as a sweet but shallow hick who has a feminist hero she always mentions. That hero? Dianne Sawyer, because once Ms Sawyer won a beauty pageant (or so the film posits).

Now, Election had a similar gag involving Connie Chung. I can't quite explain why it worked in Election but not here; perhaps simply because in Election it was intended as a throwaway line, whereas in DDG it's intended as a major laugh line. (And it's repeated about ten times; if you giggle uncontrollably at the mention of Dianne Sawyer, you're in for a real treat.)

The reason it worked in Election and not here is simple: Election had sympathy for its twisted anti-hero Tracy Enid Flick. Similarly, the God of all spoofs, Spinal Tap, had an unmistakeable love for heavy metal music (and its sweetly antisocial heavy metal heroes) beneath the savage parody.

Drop Dead Gorgeous plainly despises Beauty Pageants. I understand the feeling; I hate them myself. But people who despise Beauty Pageants ought not to dedicate two years of their lives to making a movie about Beauty Pageants; the disgust shows on the screen. And it's not fun.

Either a score of Zero, if that's allowed, or a score of One, one half-star for each of Denise Richardson's enormous boobs (which are NOT on display here, not even beneath tight clothing, but you can just make out their gorgeous heft if you stare hard enough).

An example of obvious Humor in Drop Dead Gorgeous:

The film is about to introduce the judges for the beauty pageant.

Think fast: What's the most obvious joke you can think of regarding a male judge?

You have three seconds.

 

 

If you said, "He's a pedophile," you win a cookie.

The pedophile jokes are all incredibly obvious-- he chainsmokes like Nathan Thurm (Martin Short's defensive lawyer on SNL) and makes defensive statements like, "I'm just looking at them. To judge them. Why else would I be looking at them? What are you suggesting?"

This is obvious and unfunny and cliched gag-writing. What makes it work even less-- if that's possible-- is that the guy is gawking at Denise Richards.

Not exactly jailbait, there. And even if it WERE jailbait-- no jury in the world would ever convict you.

 

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