Envy (2004): 1/2 out of ****
Directed by Barry Levinson. Screenplay by Steve Adams. Starring Ben Stiller,
Jack Black, Rachel Weisz, Amy Poehler and Christopher Walken.
by Andy Keast
The word "stupid" is derived from the Latin verb stupere, which means "to be
stunned," and that is a fitting little nugget I shall use to describe "Envy."
I'm stunned by it. I'm stunned at how Barry Levinson, the director of such
films as "Diner," "The Natural," "Good Morning Vietnam," "Avalon," "Bugsy," and
"Wag the Dog," could have made this putrid film, the theatrical release of
which had been delayed for over a year, and at various points was considered
for straight-to-video distribution. I'm frightened that my brain may have
actually atrophied from my 99-minute exposure to it, thus I will approach what
I'm about to write more as a public service announcement or health advisory
rather than a movie review.
My god, where to begin? With the directing, which drops the ball from the very
beginning, losing any grasp it may have had on the film's structure, pacing or
tone? Or maybe the screenplay by Steve Adams, an amorphic, ridiculous mess of
characters, backward plot points, failing sight gags, and those awful,
uncomfortable "pauses" between lines, so that the audience can (not) laugh at
what Ben Stiller is saying? Perhaps with the movie's bizarre photography and
editing, which uses telephoto lenses and sun-dried close-ups as if this were a
Bruckheimer production? Consider a scene between Stiller and Jack Black that
takes place in an office: the way it's blocked and edited makes it look like
some dead filmstrip from the 1970s. I won't bother going into the opening
sequence, which is just…strange. Even the score by Mark Mothersbaugh, who
has done charming work for children's television and Wes Anderson, is out of
place.
I haven't even hinted at the actual content of the film. From out of the
quagmire I have pulled the following: dog feces, maple syrup, a horse, a cabin
in the woods, scat music, a carousel, an infomercial, and a bow and arrow.
That's it. I have found it impossible to describe the plot, because there is
none, due to no tenable screenplay being written, and thus there being nothing
usable to direct. Somewhere in the middle of "Envy," a character finally asks
what the remnants of the audience want to know: "What in the shit *is* this?"
Indeed.
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