|"The Night Before" . . .
||[Nov. 28th, 2015|04:24 am]
Phrembah (a potato-like mystery)
. . . is for at least one generation my junior. Rotten Tomatoes gave it a 68 which should have been a 38. There is just something about twenty and thirty-something humor that just doesn't translate for me. It's dumb and pointless in a dry, dead, vapid sort of way. For example when the trailers were showing for the now-infamous "The Interview," which was made for the same audience, any male twenty-somethings in the theater would hoot and holler at the gags in the trailer. I think I got the jokes, that is I'm pretty sure I understood the laugh they were going for, but, to me, the execution was a yawn. I didn't hear any female laughter or squeals of delight, either. I think there is a genre of comedy that is aimed directly at twenty and thirty-something males that the rest of society is immune to. Miley Cyrus had a bit part in "The Night Before" and she was definitely not the worst thing in the the movie, so there's another calibration point for you.
The high point was Lizzy Caplan, who I hadn't noticed before. She's a sweetheart and a decent actor to boot, but if you're over about thirty-seven, save your money. Go see something else with Lizzy Caplan in it.