Dinner for Schmucks - Movie Review
SO WHAT'S FOR DESSERT?
by Kevin Bowen
published July 30, 2010
Dinner for Schmucks
How bad is Dinner For Schmucks?
It is so bad that I wish there were a bunch of other movies featuring dead mice in dioramas, just so I could say, “This is the
stupidest movie with dead mice in dioramas that I’ve ever seen. “
Paul Rudd is a financial analyst aiming for a promotion. To land the job, he must impress his boss at a dinner attended by the company
executives. At this dinner, each person invites the strangest person that they can find, so the group can make fun of them. Mind reader.
Animal psychic. Blind swordsman. It is a little like The Gong Show.
Rudd runs into Steve Carell with a car, because in movies that is the only way people meet
these days. Anyway, Carell collects dead mice, dyes their hair, makes little mice clothes, and inserts them into re-enactments of famous
paintings. Rudd sees him as the ticket to the big time. But he doesn’t count on Carell destroying his relationships in the process.
The “annoying buddy ruins my life” genre has been done a million times. In about 999,999 of those times, it’s been done better. Rudd does his
comic everyman routine to no discernible end. Carell places an unusual and unwise amount of faith in the comic potential of dumb windbreakers
and overbites. He appears to be under the impression that he is in a Jerry Lewis movie. Perhaps
the French will dig it.
At one point, the movie’s phony artist (Jemaine Clement) observes that a goat will eat anything. That is a telling moment, because
Dinner for Schmucks seems to be a Hollywood test just to see how low they can go and still get
you to eat. If you choose to go to this particular dinner party, then the laugh is on you.