Tropic Thunder lays hilarious heat on Hollywood
August 15, 2008
The documentary Hearts of Darkness is about the struggles of filming the great Vietnam War movie Apocalypse Now. Ben Stillers Tropic Thunder plays like the docs nightmare. A troupe of actors, under the impression theyre making a Vietnam War movie, wanders dangerously in the jungle and is captured by a gang of druglords who think the actors are narcs. The movie is a send-up of Hollywood, actors, acting, agents, directors, writers, rappers, trailers and egos, much enhanced by several cameo roles, the best of which I will not even mention. Youll know the one, although you may have to wait for the credits to figure it out. All but stealing the show, Robert Downey Jr. is not merely funny but also very good and sometimes even subtle as Kirk Lazarus, an Australian actor who has won five Oscars and has now surgically dyed his skin to transform himself into a black man. So committed is he to this role that he remains in character at all times, seemingly convinced that he is actually black. This exasperates his fellow actor Alpa Chino (Brandon T. Jackson), a rapper who was born black and blasts Lazarus for his delusions. Alpa Chino (say it out loud) is like many rappers and promotes his own merchandise, notably Booty Sweat, an energy drink that keeps him going in the jungle. If Chino doesnt buy the Lazarus performance, Lazarus is critical of Tugg Speedman (Stiller), who stars in Simple Jack, a movie about a mentally challenged farmer who thinks animals can understand him. Ironically, it is this role that saves their lives when theyre taken prisoner. The bored druglords have only one video, an old Simple Jack tape, and think Speedman is Jack himself. In a brilliant comic riff by Downey, Lazarus critiques Speedmans work as over the top: The really big stars, he observes, never go full retard when playing such roles. The movie opens with trailers establishing three of the characters not only Lazarus and Speedman, but Jeff Portnoy (Jack Black), whose specialty is fart humor. Portnoy is a heroin addict who is in withdrawal for much of the trek through the jungle, and has a funny scene after he begs to be tied to a tree and then begs to be set loose. The setup involves the actors, director Damien Cockburn (Steve Coogan) and burnt-out screenwriter Four Leaf Tayback (Nick Nolte) in the jungle with a huge crew and explosives expert Cody (Danny McBride). When one of the explosions goes off prematurely (think the opening of The Party), Speedman, acting as producer, fires the crew and announces he will direct the movie himself. He explains that hidden cameras have been placed in the jungle and will record everything that happens. Uh, is that possible, especially when they get lost? These actors, even the five-time Oscar winner, almost seem to believe so, a tribute to their self-centered indifference to technical details. Intercut with the jungle scenes are Hollywood scenes featuring an agent and a studio executive. The movie, written by Justin Theroux, Stiller and Etan Cohen, is familiar with the ordeals of filmmaking and location work, and distills it into wildly exaggerated scenes that have a whiff of accuracy. Especially interesting is the way the director, Damien Cockburn, leaves the picture, which perhaps reflects the way some actors feel about some directors. The movie is, may I say, considerably better than Stillers previous film, Zoolander. Its the kind of summer comedy that rolls in, makes a lot of people laugh, and rolls onto video. Its been a good summer for that; look at Pineapple Express. When its all over, youll probably have the fondest memories of Robert Downey Jr.s work. Its been a good year for him, this one coming after Iron Man. Hes back, big time.
Tropic Thunder DreamWorks presents a film directed by Ben Stiller. Produced by Stuart Cornfeld, Eric McLeod and Ben Stiller. Written by Ben Stiller, Etan Cohen and Justin Theroux. Photographed by John Toll. Edited by Greg Hayden. Music by Theodore Shapiro. Running time: 106 minutes. Classified: R (for pervasive language including sexual references, violent content and drug material). Rated: Three and a half stars out of four.
Ann Hornaday The Washington Post The history of filmmakers skewering Hollywoods darker excesses is a long and rich one, from Billy Wilder through Robert Altman. With Tropic Thunder, a rude, crude, over-the-top satire about rude, crude, overthe- top action movies, Ben Stiller makes an ambitious and surprisingly effective bid to join those vaunted ranks. It might be a stretch to compare Tropic Thunders profane, often graphically gross humor to Wilders far subtler noir stylings in Sunset Boulevard, or the nihilistic portrait of cold-blooded ambition in The Player. But in its own sophomoric, stupid-smart way, Stillers portrayal of ego, pomposity and macho swagger manages to be just as onpoint and subversive. But lets be real: Were talking about a movie that gets its laughs early on from shots of a man being disemboweled, another character with his hands shot off and an improbably hilarious scene involving a severed head. As one long, snarky Hollywood in-joke, its often side-splittingly funny, from the movies opening scene on the over-budgeted fakeauthentic Tropic Thunder set to Speedman building a temporary jungle shelter out of an InStyle magazine his agent sent in a gift basket. Executed with giddy, boneheaded flair, Tropic Thunder offers up yet one more cringe-inducing hooray for Hollywood, if only because it provides such enduring fodder for ridicule.