Observe and Report… a review
It’s been so long since we’ve seen a decent black comedy that I think I should first define what one of these films is.
Actually, maybe I should start with what a black comedy ISN’T.
A black comedy does NOT involve an African American man dressing up in fat suit and pretending to be a woman.
In fact, when talking about “Madea, Big Momma or The Klumps” the word “comedy” barely applies.
A “black comedy” treats morbid, tragic, gloomy, or grotesque situations as a major element of the plot.
Imagine for a second that you were watching “School of Rock” and right in the middle of the film there was a scene in which Jack Black takes advantage of a woman that he has plied with alcohol and drugs.
Sure date rape is a crime, but if the girl half consciously wakes up and then complains about her lover’s prowess, it’s suddenly funny.
See how this works?
Let’s try another situation.
You’re a racist, but you have a serious bi-polar disorder.
Is it acceptable to assault a man simply because he’s Muslim?
If you answered “no” then why the hell are you still sitting around watching this film after that poor woman got raped you sick bastard?!!
I mean, what is wrong with you?!!
You’re the kind of self righteous asshole that complains about violence on TV and then slows down to look at an accident on the highway.
“Observe and Report” is NOT “Knocked Up”.
It’s not “SuperBad”.
The best way to describe this movie is “Paul Blart: Mall Cop” meets “Taxi Driver”…
Take a seriously delusional individual with a penchant for violence, give him a very large gun and then cut off his meds.
Hilarity ensues for some of us, and for the rest… well… they’re busy jotting down a note to the Christian Coalition, the PTA, Fox News and possibly a women’s studies group at some local university.
This is the type of movie that Hitler would have made out of puppy intestines in the cancer ward of an orphanage that he had just set on fire with some type of medicine that cures cancer.
This is a dark movie.
It’s a disturbing movie.
Fortunately for me those are two of the words that I wrote into my wedding vows so I had no problem with anything I saw.
I give it three and a half gunshot wounds to the nads out of five.
