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6/28/2014

Blu-ray Review: Rob the Mob (2014)


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Original Review:
(Published 4/9/14)

“Did Gotti put you up to this?” It had to be a joke. No one would ever think of walking into an Italian American New York City social club and holding up the mob. Except in the early 1990s someone did the unthinkable and the only one laughing was the guy robbing the mob in the form of a twenty-something ex-con named Tommy Uva (Michael Pitt) who didn’t know John Gotti and most certainly wasn’t kidding around.

A young man who worked a day job as a collection’s agent with other ex-cons hoping for a second chance, Tommy was using his second chance to collect in a whole different way – from the very men that most people crossed the street to avoid.


Not content to spend his time trying to go legit while taking hard-earned money from people who couldn’t afford it, Tommy knew exactly what he was doing when he walked into one of several social clubs in a mind-blowing year-long spree.

In his eyes he was getting revenge – revenge on the type of guys who’d constantly humiliated his florist father growing up that Tommy believed led to his dad's premature death. The way Tommy saw it in an era where endless headlines and evening news coverage all focused on the trial of so-called Teflon Don aka Mr. John Gotti, these guys who’d been getting away for murder for decades were all past due and who better than him to collect?

Learning in the open court testimony of Gotti’s former underboss Sammy the Bull Gravano that none of the Made men holed up in New York City's Italian social clubs to play cards even bothered to carry a weapon (but something tells me that’s changed now), Tommy decides to settle old debts... with interest.

And interest is exactly what he receives from all sides, which Two Family House and City Island filmmaker Raymond De Felitta captures in this briskly paced, high-energy cinematic portrait that takes us with him on the crazy scheme from its unbelievable start to its inevitable conclusion.


Yet far from only focusing on Tommy, De Felitta recreates the incredulous reaction from all involved whether it’s the news media that dubs Tommy and his lady love/getaway driver Rosie (Nina Arianda) Bonnie and Clyde or the the F.B.I. agents staking out the very clubs he’s holding up that can barely believe their ears or eyes.

Spinning traditional robbery picture paradigms off their axis, De Felitta paints the wise guys that would ordinarily be placed in the role of the aggressors in a far more vulnerable light when they realize that in addition to money, jewelry and lost pride, Tommy has nabbed more than he bargained for in his latest heist.

Though he’d only gotten away with five dollars, nothing prepared Tommy for the discovery of what was hidden away in an elder mobster’s wallet that is not only worth its weight in gold but almost guarantees his future demise.

Returning to the apartment he shares with Rosie, the lovebirds are shocked as they unfold a well-worn sheet of paper, only to realize that in their hands they hold the official contact information including rank, address, full name and aliases for the entire mafia “family tree.”

Figuring the best way to stay alive is to play all sides, Rosie and Tommy begin phoning numerous individuals both on the list and off including a long time mob journalist (nicely played against type by Ray Romano).

And by casting the infinitely likable Andy Garcia as the unofficial head of a crime family who works a day job as a shop owner (not unlike Tommy’s deceased father), De Felitta and screenwriter Jonathan Fernandez add a welcome layer of humanism to what could’ve otherwise been a clichéd role.


In addition to making us question our antihero, Fernandez invites us to draw parallels between Garcia’s character’s relationship with his son to our lead as well given his reluctance to take out Tommy since, as he phrases it, “eagles don’t kill flies.”

An effective ensemble piece, Rob the Mob fits in nicely with the filmmaker’s impressive oeuvre thus far, which first caught my attention with the underrated crowd-pleasing Sundance hit Two Family House that I loved so much I chose to screen it in a film discussion series I hosted in Scottsdale.

While he's continued to make solid films, Rob the Mob is easily De Felitta’s strongest effort since House. A frenetic, fiercely funny yet jaw-droppingly bold true crime tale about two crazy in love kids who make one in a series of crazy decisions from which there’s no turning back, at its core, Mob’s driving force is love and family, which makes it a natural progression from the helmer, given his earlier offerings.


Admittedly, you wish you knew more about the duo or more specifically just what exactly they were thinking as the film isn’t sure exactly what to make of them either. Namely we go from questioning their sanity to admiring their intellect before wondering if they were that oblivious to the danger they were putting themselves in or if they had some kind of Romeo and Juliet meets Bonnie and Clyde like death wish. Yet what the film lacks in concrete answers it makes up for in admirable cinematic realism – easily transporting us back in time to the early ‘90s.

Anchored by the mesmerizing turns from its two stars, while Pitt (who managed to steal Boardwalk Empire away from everyone else) is always compulsively watchable, the real story in Rob the Mob is in De Felitta’s casting of the pitch perfect Tony award-winning actress Nina Arianda as his beloved Rosie.

Radiating off-the-charts charisma, Arianda is a real discovery and although she’s worked in film before, this performance is tailor-made to take her to the next level, reminding me again of the way that Two Family House helped launch the lovely Kelly Macdonald.

Whether she’s assembling an Uzi or impressing her new boss (a hilarious Griffin Dunne), Arianda instantly captivates viewers in a star-making role on par with Marisa Tomei in My Cousin Vinny or Rosie Perez in White Man Can’t Jump.


Returning to the same theme that drove House's characters in celebrating a person’s desire to follow their dream (regardless of how risky it might be), in the end, Rob the Mob has a better emotional payoff than it does a concrete narrative one since the beautifully lensed yet nonetheless inevitably devastating final scene cuts into the plotline rather abruptly.

Of course, by echoing the same impulsive, anything-can-happen Cassavetes-esque spirit established early on, Rob the Mob reminds us that it wasn't designed to play by the traditional rules of three-act screenwriting. And as such, you may feel slightly unsettled by the way the rollercoaster ride of the film stops quite suddenly at the top of the hill.

However, by deciding not to put some kind of final statement on the work or abandoning the truth to explore the point-of-view of a supporting player, De Felitta’s ending is that much more reflective of the way that real life can take you by surprise… much like it did for the New York wiseguys who expected a practical joke but got Tommy Uva instead.



Blu-ray Review:

A surprisingly buoyant, lively, and charming character-driven true crime comedy, Raymond De Felitta’s underrated sleeper Rob the Mob has been given a second chance to make a terrific first impression on film lovers that missed out on the indie earlier in the year thanks to its Blu-ray and DVD debut.

Though it scored well with reviewers and in the art-houses of bigger cities that carried the Millennium Entertainment film in its limited theatrical release and on-demand rollout, it’s sure to garner great word-of-mouth from those who give it a spin.

Despite the soundbite heavy critical praise adorning its cover that calls the picture "Bonnie and Clyde meets Goodfellas," Rob the Mob is its own unique work and deserves adoration on its own merits, much like those two true crime classics.


Furthermore, the best thing about De Felitta’s feature is that it doesn’t easily fit into any convenient labels. Wild and freewheeling, Rob is an actor’s movie and one that tries to capture to pulse of New York at a certain time and place.

To achieve this right off the bat, Rob opens with a sharply edited introduction set to “Groove is in the Heart,” which De Felitta admits on the director’s commentary track was the brainchild and handiwork of Steven Soderbergh who spliced together stock footage with the song (of the Traffic director’s own choosing) to immediately transport us to early ‘90s New York.

Shortly thereafter, we’re quickly launched into a seemingly spur-of-the-moment robbery before we know who the characters are and what’s going on. Moving from chaotic handheld cameras to show us the point-of-view of our hopped up bandits, the cinema verite style segues into a smoother cinematographic version of its realism-heavy approach to catch up with the recently reunited lovers before they venture into their second and final crime wave.

While my original review (above) cited a wish for more character background and information to establish their motives and help us get a better understanding of them, sure enough the razor sharp Blu-ray offers some extended and deleted scenes that go a long way to answering some of our questions.


Though intriguingly out-of-chronological order on the menu, the three segments are actually served up in the order of strongest to weakest, with two slightly lengthy new sequences and a shorter third one that gives us a glimpse into Rosie’s home life (featuring actress Aida Turturro as her mother).

While the home scene is way too gritty to have meshed well with the rest of the frenetic and funny film in emphasizing Cassavetes-like in-your-face verite (which may have made the characters harder to empathize with at first), the previous two extras are absolute gold.

Even though it’s safe to say that the first sequence might have strayed too far from the main narrative in offering viewers more of Arianda and Dunne’s hilarious chemistry, it’s yet another stellar reminder of the leading lady’s talent as well as Dunne’s often unexplored comedic range.

Likewise, although the second scene might have grinded the fast and furious pacing to a halt by showing us a more complete interview that the couple had with Romano’s character (and the witty jokes about marriage could have been cut to save time), it provides a stronger motive for Tommy’s actions.


And this is especially true when it’s viewed right after the first deleted scene in which Tommy shows Rosie an offscreen family photo and seems angered at her implication that he looks more like his mother than the man who’d inspired him to act in the form of his deceased father.

A fascinating collection of roughly 18 minutes of footage, the deleted material along with the director’s informative commentary track (which should be of particular interest to indie filmmakers) helps paint a much stronger picture of one of the freshest New York stories of the year so far.

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4/09/2014

Movie Review: Rob the Mob (2014)


On Blu-ray and DVD 6/24


  

“Did Gotti put you up to this?” It had to be a joke. No one would ever think of walking into an Italian American New York City social club and holding up the mob. Except in the early 1990s someone did the unthinkable and the only one laughing was the guy robbing the mob in the form of a twenty-something ex-con named Tommy Uva (Michael Pitt) who didn’t know John Gotti and most certainly wasn’t kidding around.

A young man who worked a day job as a collection’s agent with other ex-cons hoping for a second chance, Tommy was using his second chance to collect in a whole different way – from the very men that most people crossed the street to avoid.


Not content to spend his time trying to go legit while taking hard-earned money from people who couldn’t afford it, Tommy knew exactly what he was doing when he walked into one of several social clubs in a mind-blowing year-long spree.

In his eyes he was getting revenge – revenge on the type of guys who’d constantly humiliated his florist father growing up that Tommy believed led to his dad's premature death. The way Tommy saw it in an era where endless headlines and evening news coverage all focused on the trial of so-called Teflon Don aka Mr. John Gotti, these guys who’d been getting away for murder for decades were all past due and who better than him to collect?

Learning in the open court testimony of Gotti’s former underboss Sammy the Bull Gravano that none of the Made men holed up in New York City's Italian social clubs to play cards even bothered to carry a weapon (but something tells me that’s changed now), Tommy decides to settle old debts... with interest.

And interest is exactly what he receives from all sides, which Two Family House and City Island filmmaker Raymond De Felitta captures in this briskly paced, high-energy cinematic portrait that takes us with him on the crazy scheme from its unbelievable start to its inevitable conclusion.


Yet far from only focusing on Tommy, De Felitta recreates the incredulous reaction from all involved whether it’s the news media that dubs Tommy and his lady love/getaway driver Rosie (Nina Arianda) Bonnie and Clyde or the the F.B.I. agents staking out the very clubs he’s holding up that can barely believe their ears or eyes.

Spinning traditional robbery picture paradigms off their axis, De Felitta paints the wise guys that would ordinarily be placed in the role of the aggressors in a far more vulnerable light when they realize that in addition to money, jewelry and lost pride, Tommy has nabbed more than he bargained for in his latest heist.

Though he’d only gotten away with five dollars, nothing prepared Tommy for the discovery of what was hidden away in an elder mobster’s wallet that is not only worth its weight in gold but almost guarantees his future demise.

Returning to the apartment he shares with Rosie, the lovebirds are shocked as they unfold a well-worn sheet of paper, only to realize that in their hands they hold the official contact information including rank, address, full name and aliases for the entire mafia “family tree.”

Figuring the best way to stay alive is to play all sides, Rosie and Tommy begin phoning numerous individuals both on the list and off including a long time mob journalist (nicely played against type by Ray Romano).

And by casting the infinitely likable Andy Garcia as the unofficial head of a crime family who works a day job as a shop owner (not unlike Tommy’s deceased father), De Felitta and screenwriter Jonathan Fernandez add a welcome layer of humanism to what could’ve otherwise been a clichéd role.


In addition to making us question our antihero, Fernandez invites us to draw parallels between Garcia’s character’s relationship with his son to our lead as well given his reluctance to take out Tommy since, as he phrases it, “eagles don’t kill flies.”

An effective ensemble piece, Rob the Mob fits in nicely with the filmmaker’s impressive oeuvre thus far, which first caught my attention with the underrated crowd-pleasing Sundance hit Two Family House that I loved so much I chose to screen it in a film discussion series I hosted in Scottsdale.

While he's continued to make solid films, Rob the Mob is easily De Felitta’s strongest effort since House. A frenetic, fiercely funny yet jaw-droppingly bold true crime tale about two crazy in love kids who make one in a series of crazy decisions from which there’s no turning back, at its core, Mob’s driving force is love and family, which makes it a natural progression from the helmer, given his earlier offerings.


Admittedly, you wish you knew more about the duo or more specifically just what exactly they were thinking as the film isn’t sure exactly what to make of them either. Namely we go from questioning their sanity to admiring their intellect before wondering if they were that oblivious to the danger they were putting themselves in or if they had some kind of Romeo and Juliet meets Bonnie and Clyde like death wish. Yet what the film lacks in concrete answers it makes up for in admirable cinematic realism – easily transporting us back in time to the early ‘90s.

Anchored by the mesmerizing turns from its two stars, while Pitt (who managed to steal Boardwalk Empire away from everyone else) is always compulsively watchable, the real story in Rob the Mob is in De Felitta’s casting of the pitch perfect Tony award-winning actress Nina Arianda as his beloved Rosie.

Radiating off-the-charts charisma, Arianda is a real discovery and although she’s worked in film before, this performance is tailor-made to take her to the next level, reminding me again of the way that Two Family House helped launch the lovely Kelly Macdonald.

Whether she’s assembling an Uzi or impressing her new boss (a hilarious Griffin Dunne), Arianda instantly captivates viewers in a star-making role on par with Marisa Tomei in My Cousin Vinny or Rosie Perez in White Man Can’t Jump.


Returning to the same theme that drove House's characters in celebrating a person’s desire to follow their dream (regardless of how risky it might be), in the end, Rob the Mob has a better emotional payoff than it does a concrete narrative one since the beautifully lensed yet nonetheless inevitably devastating final scene cuts into the plotline rather abruptly.

Of course, by echoing the same impulsive, anything-can-happen Cassavetes-esque spirit established early on, Rob the Mob reminds us that it wasn't designed to play by the traditional rules of three-act screenwriting. And as such, you may feel slightly unsettled by the way the rollercoaster ride of the film stops quite suddenly at the top of the hill.

However, by deciding not to put some kind of final statement on the work or abandoning the truth to explore the point-of-view of a supporting player, De Felitta’s ending is that much more reflective of the way that real life can take you by surprise… much like it did for the New York wiseguys who expected a practical joke but got Tommy Uva instead.

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4/24/2009

DVD Review: The Last Word (2008)



Having Its Final Say
On DVD & Blu-ray

4/21/09





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Fond of quotations such as dismissing his chosen career with the Henry Miller line, “writing is not a profession but a vocation of unhappiness,” Evan Merck (American Beauty, Ghost Rider, and P2 star Wes Bentley) tells the free-spirited Charlotte (Age of Innocence, Girl Interrupted and Little Women two-time Oscar nominee Winona Ryder) that he likes citing others because it beats having his own thoughts.




It’s this confession that makes his real vocation—which he hides from his prospective and relentless new girlfriend—of penning poetic and poignant suicide notes for strangers seem far more distressing as the young man who admits to a childhood so dysfunctional it was the subject of a Susan Lucci starring TV movie of the week would rather spend his time getting into the mentally unstable heads of his clients than deal with the contents of his own.



Running an L.A. based website that shares the same name as former cameraman turned writer/director Geoff Haley’s debut film which was nominated for the Grand Jury Prize at the 2008 Sundance Film Festival—Bentley’s Evan treats his freelance writing position with an odd sense of cool detachment, regularly meeting the clients who contact him via e-mail at a local coffee shop to begin the month long process that involves their keeping a journal of any thoughts they may have before as he says, he’ll take their ideas and make them sing.

Although most writers crave a byline and credit, Evan is all too happy to remain anonymous as one final piece he wrote earned a client a posthumous Whitman Award for Poetry and he’s also seen his writing published in prestigious magazines. Constantly critiquing himself to the point that he clips any obituary notices he does find to lock up in his client files and attend the funeral with a pen and pad to evaluate whether or not his words sounded overly pretentious—it’s at the funeral of a recent client that he first catches the eye of the deceased man’s beautiful, estranged sister Charlotte.

Faster than you can say Harold and Maude meets Garden State-- the overly eager Charlotte begins actively pursuing Evan, looking up the phone number he assumed was unlisted and proving that she isn’t attracted to him simply out of a sense of loss to her brother (since Evan poses right from the start as an old college friend) by seducing him on a Los Angeles rooftop within easy viewing distance of anyone in a nearby office building.



In a spirited turn that finds Ryder back in her darkly comic early Tim Burton roots with movies like Edward Scissorhands, the cult classic Heathers, and her more recent daring turns in the uneven but amusing film The Ten and the underrated The Darwin Awards that relished in its sense of macabre comedy—she makes the most out of a role that’s a bit hard to get a handle on.


This is far more apparent considering initially the admittedly flawed premise that begs the question of wondering how clients would even think to find the website and why a reporter or the authorities hadn’t gotten involved. However, pushing that aside to suspend our disbelief enough anyway because of our talented filmmaker’s confidence in his material that hooks us, honestly we’re never quite sure why Charlotte would find Evan so intriguing.



Of course,Bentley is an undeniably gifted performer whose work in American Beauty I naturally assumed would springboard him onto a Jake Gyllenhaal or Tobey Maguire like career and it’s intriguing to learn that with Haley, he’s reunited with a crew member from that breakout performance (since Haley was a camera operator on Sam Mendes’ film). Yet unfortunately as far as Evan is concerned, it’s an under-written role that makes everyone else immediately stand out in comparison with the man’s blandness as Evan mostly gives off a contemplative but (understandably given how he pays the bills) joyless and near-zombie like existence.



And while Evan doesn’t have enough of a natural spark or obvious personality that seems to authentically generate the interest of Charlotte unless she’s just turned on by the challenge--we're far more intrigued by his immediate bond with his newest client, Abel.



In a movie-star making comeback role, Ray Romano's work as Abel is easily the strongest and most fascinating turn in the film as you’ll never look at the sitcom star of Everybody Loves Raymond the same way again. A blunt, bitter, angry composer of Silicon Valley “hold music” cribbed from Mozart in the hopes that by the time consumers have listened to the classical compositions they’ve gotten smart enough to solve their own technical support questions-- Romano's Abel completely reinvigorates the movie as soon as he becomes just as intrigued as Charlotte is by Evan's introverted, quiet, near-recluse.



Bonding over odd activities and conversations as Abel struggles to journal or give Evan much of an idea of the kind of note he’d like constructed for his demise—soon the two become unexpectedly tight, helping further the filmmaker’s goal to tell a story “about people desperate to make a connection in the most bizarre of ways,” as he told indieWIRE.

Thus, despite the easily winning charms and inevitable complexity that Ryder brings to her unusual role that evolves as the film predictably must reconcile the facts wherein she discovers just who Evan really is and what he does for a living—in the end, the one major revelation about the film is ultimately Ray Romano. For, similar to other comedians like Robin Williams, we realize that he has a curious capacity to play extremely dark at the drop of a hat.



Whether it’s in gleefully getting a psychological release in scaring babies into tears by making horrifying faces when their mothers’ backs are turned or wistfully proclaiming he’d love to buy a cliff for people to throw off the unreliable, broken "shit" that’s annoying them in order to give them closure (whether it’s a fax machine or printer)—essentially, Abel’s story is the most original and compelling one in the impressive, brave, but ultimately uneven work from gifted newcomer Haley.

Sharing with indieWIRE that his earliest loves as a child “were music and film,” we're quick to ascertain that he's deftly woven them together beautifully in this-- his first feature—fittingly conceived in script form “between camera set-ups,” while working on HBO’s Six Feet Under created by American Beauty’s screenwriter Alan Ball.



And while admittedly, it’s not the type of “romantic comedy” one normally sees at the multiplex and the proclamation that it is one on the date-movie friendly box may mislead couples into thinking it’s a light and airy work, despite the fact that we’re not entirely sure we understand or even care that much for our main character, Evan—there’s an awful lot to admire in the surprisingly life-affirming film about the importance of friendship.



Moreover, it’s one that treats viewers to a well-earned and incredibly satisfying conclusion for all the parties involved, further illustrating Haley’s respect for the story he wants to tell and the characters of whom he’s grown incredibly fond.

7/18/2008

The Grand




Director:
Zak Penn

In The Grand, Woody Harrelson’s character Jack Faro is proof that for addicts, sometimes admitting you have a problem is not the first step. In fact, in his case, it seems to have been the gateway that perhaps just having only one, two, or eight addictions weren’t enough as—cheaper by the dozen—it’s Jack’s policy to “bring ‘em on” becoming addicted to every possible drug known to man. And while we’re at it, he threw marriage into the mix, making Elizabeth Taylor look like a blushing amateur, having walked down the aisle exactly 74 times and although he tells the camera in Zak Penn’s hilarious Christopher Guest-like mockumentary that he loved each and every one of his wives, within minutes we realize that he can’t exactly place them all.

Soon, true to form, Jack completely forgets the fact that he’d once wed the lovely, Shannon Elizabeth who works as an employee of the casino he’d inherited from his grandfather. Incidentally, it's the same place he’s darn near run into the ground with disastrous theme choices for its reconstruction including renovating the classic old school Rabbit’s Foot Casino so that it resembles a nuclear reactor or pays homage to the great Chicago Fire. Obviously, the drugs have affected his mental state and rock bottom for Jack came when he was kicked out of his own casino and-- although he can’t honestly remember-- he believes he’d given the order himself.

Needless to say he’s got a lot of work to do and fittingly we first encounter Jack where he’s resided for two years at rehab where he’s up to his Casanova like old ways, wooing his doctor with a song about the twelve steps, although he’s only on the first one. Promising his lovesick doctor that he’ll write, he’s convinced to leave rehab to try and save his family’s Rabbit’s Foot Casino by playing for a place in the final round of the six person North American Indoor Poker League winner take all tournament, complete with a ten million dollar prize.

Harrelson’s hilarious performance serves as the film’s anchor and coming off the heels of his impressive work in the somber No Country for Old Men and The Walker, it's a nice stepping stone to an even funnier ensemble piece than his work alongside Will Ferrell in Semi-Pro. In order to give Harrelson more to work with, Zak Penn invites numerous veteran comedians to the cinematic party as well. Although IMDb reports the script was a mere twenty-nine pages, in the hands of improvisational pros and versatile entertainers like Cheryl Hines, David Cross, Ray Romano, Jason Alexander, Richard Kind, Judy Greer, and countless others, they elevate what should have been a lackluster forgettable rental into one of the most surprisingly entertaining DVD sleepers of 2008.

One of the first and incidentally least likable competitors we meet is Chris Parnell’s angry, anal-retentive, mathematically obsessed Harold who not only lives with his mother but makes her life a living hell ensuring she’s always preparing his nutritious brain food, complete with supplements. Moving the action to Massapequa, we meet one of the competition’s likeliest frontrunners, Lainie (Cheryl Hines), who given the rarity of her gender in the finals is merely dubbed “The Woman” instead of being served up one of the memorable, alternately cheesy, and hip nicknames. Having been raised by a hyper masculine, challenge hungry, dysfunctional father (Gabe Kaplan) alongside her fellow aggressive and obnoxious player and brother Larry (David Cross), Lainie is used to dealing with difficult men. However, her main preoccupation away from cards seems to be tirelessly supporting her husband Ray Romano who hasn’t been the same since he survived a lightning strike. Now filling his time by inventing new ideas such as “the round beach towel,” nonsensical sayings, and odd handshakes, Romano’s biggest concern seems to be in negotiating with his wife over who has to look after their children if her shot at the championship conflicts with his Yahoo Fantasy Football draft time slot.

Of course, Vegas isn’t Vegas without veteran old-timers and they arrive in the form of an odd turn from legendary director Werner Herzog as a surprisingly hilarious and frightening man simply dubbed “The German” who shares that he feels most alive and ensures maximum human energy by killing an animal everyday. We also meet Dennis Farina’s cowboy-hat-and-boot-wearing Deuce Fairbanks who, when he isn’t threatening to whack those who annoy him, bemoans the downfall of Sin City when they began letting people wearing culottes into the casinos.

Ordinarily with that many players, one would think they’d have their work cut out for them already, but the biggest question mark arrives later on. The players don't know exactly what to think when the laughably amateurish and earnestly friendly, successful online party poker winner Andy Andrews (Richard Kind) abandons the icy temperatures of Wisconsin, complete with his supportive wife (Judy Greer) in tow, hoping they’ll be the ones to capture the ten million dollar booty in order to flee the cold weather and Greer’s self-owned Ribbon Store to move somewhere warm.

One of the perils of releasing a mockumentary after Spinal Tap performer turned director Christopher Guest has basically perfected the art and turned it into a science with his brilliant classics Waiting for Guffman and Best in Show, is that one will never be able to reach the astronomically high bar set by those films. However, as mock-docs go, I’ve seen far worse, and I was quite surprised by the freewheeling, rapid-fire humor of The Grand which seemed to belong to the vintage Woody Allen and Steve Martin school of a gag-a-minute approach (with only half being successful). I’d even go as far as to say I’d watch this one again in a heartbeat before I popped Guest’s sharp but largely melancholy A Mighty Wind back into my disc player.

Predictably most critics employed a “party” analogy to utilize in their critiques in describing The Grand’s overwhelmingly large cast that’s nearly bursting at the seams, thus pointing out that with that many “attendees” it’s hard for viewers to become attentive hosts, giving each an adequate amount of attention. This being said, Penn knows which individuals are worth spending more time with and which cameos are best left trimmed for by the editors (for example: only a few moments of Brett Ratner and much more Jason Alexander). And with the one exception of wanting to see more of the scene stealing Herzog as we’ve never seen him before—amazed that this tyrannical, mad Dr. Strangelove like character is embodied by the same person who brought us the masterful Rescue Dawn-- when our attention is largely directed at veteran performers like Harrelson and Hines, we know we’re in good hands.

So when Incredible Hulk writer Zak Penn is the one holding The Grand’s deck of cards, the audience can lean back and say, as Shirley MacLaine famously quipped at the end of The Apartment, “shut up and deal.”