Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby

Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby

 

What was I think­ing when I rent­ed this turd? Oh yeah, that Tal­lade­ga Nights: The Bal­lad of Ricky Bob­by might be a fun­ny, enter­tain­ing diver­sion. One can’t always watch grim tales of abor­tion in Com­mu­nist Roma­nia or the death of a small town’s entire gen­er­a­tion of chil­dren. I had long since tired of Will Fer­rell, once a trea­sure on the Sat­ur­day Night Live cast, but long since devolved into a movie fac­to­ry that pro­duces most­ly crass­ness for crass­ness’ sake. But I had heard Tal­lade­ga Nights also fea­tured good turns from Mol­ly Shan­non, Amy Adams, and Sasha Baron Cohen, and I had also recent­ly enjoyed John C. Reil­ly in Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Sto­ry (read The Dork Report review). All fail to amuse here.

Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky BobbyI tried and failed to find a still from the movie includ­ing Amy Adams, so you’ll have to set­tle for line danc­ing

The ensem­ble obvi­ous­ly impro­vised whole chunks of the movie, but not real­ly to its ben­e­fit. I count­ed only two bits that made me laugh: Bob­by extem­po­rizes the com­mer­cial endorse­ment “If you don’t chew Big Red, *BLEEP* you!” (a line so aggres­sive­ly stu­pid I laughed on impulse), and lat­er, his pon­cy French rival Jean Girard (Cohen) reveals his cor­po­rate spon­sor, Per­ri­er. These two gags should make it clear that although Tallede­ga Nights is not the first com­e­dy to par­o­dy extreme prod­uct place­ment, it does dri­ve it to a hereto­fore unex­plored new lev­el of absur­di­ty. Final­ly, it dis­pens­es with its rel­a­tive sub­tleties alto­geth­er and sim­ply cuts to an actu­al Applebee’s com­mer­cial.

Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky BobbyBorat meets Bub­ba

Offi­cial movie site: www.sonypictures.com/movies/talladeganights

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