Your Highness (R)
Carmike 10, Chapel Hills 15, Cinemark 16, Hollywood Interquest, Tinseltown
Wait — what? David Gordon Green, the edgy, arty poster boy for reflective, solemn character studies that peel the veneer away from the American mythos — films such as George Washington and All the Real Girls and Undertow — is the one responsible for Your Highness? How does that even happen?
It's one thing to say that Hollywood scoops up indie filmmakers, chews them up, and spits out McG and Brett Ratner clones, which absolutely happens. But that's on a whole 'nother level to what it has done to Green. Someone took the most glorious bottle of vintage champagne and whipped up Tang mimosas. I thought Green's last foray into stoner comedy, the abysmal Pineapple Express, was a nightmare, but that was a masterpiece of wit and nuance compared to Your Highness.
There is no point to this unforgivable excuse for a comedy, except, obviously, for Danny McBride to make his buddies, director Green and co-star James Franco, chortle over pot jokes. Oh, and at least pretend to get himself laid. For "screenwriter" McBride cast himself as the nominal hero here, one who, as the film opens, is under threat of death for having had sex with another man's wife. It's an ugly amalgam of bullshit that indulges both the notion of women as men's property not to be violated, and McBride's own dubious irresistibility.
Later, gorgeous, kick-ass Amazonian warrior chick Natalie Portman will totally want to fuck him, too. In between, McBride's idiot Thadeous, lesser prince of some pseudo-medieval realm, will go a-questing with his fabulous brother, heir-to-the-throne Fabious (Franco) in order to prevent Fabious' bride-to-be, Belladonna (Zooey Deschanel), from getting raped by the wizard Leezar (Justin Theroux) as part of some sort of magical ceremony that doesn't really seem to be about anything other than, you know, magically sanctioned rape.
But hey, I'm just a hairy-legged feminazi with no sense of humor. Can't I see that this is all taking place on a planet with two moons, so it's not Earth, so it's totally fantasy, so it's entirely immune to criticism? Why can't I just chillax?
If you think dwarves are by nature hilarious; that gay is something to fear; that "slut" is a fantastic compliment for a woman one finds attractive; that kicks to the crotch are awesome; that tits are even more awesome; and that a quest built around the notion that a woman's virginity is supernaturally enchanted but a woman who has been raped is ruined, then this is the flick for you. Just call a rape "the fuckening" and it's all good. Hell, it's suddenly side-splitting. Or not. Your mileage may vary inversely with your age, IQ and degree of enlightenment.
Oh, and you know how I said McBride is the screenwriter (co-credited with Ben Best)? Apparently, almost all of the dialogue is actually improvised. There was no script on set. There was only McBride tossing out off-the-cuff yuks, the kind of material brilliant wags can just invent on a dime without even having to think about it — they're just that good.
I bet he and Best slaved over one line: "Make funny faces to entertain me." Thadeous demands this of his manservant Courtney (Rasmus Hardiker) and — get this! — Courtney complies!
If only the rest of Your Highness were as droll. Though McBride's whine of "This quest sucks" is good, too. It's funny cuz it's true.
So proud of you Catherine!!! I knew you could do it!!!
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