The Birdcage


3/4

Starring: Robin Williams, Nathan Lane, Gene Hackman, Dianne Wiest, Dan Futterman, Hank Azaria, Calista Flockhart

Rated R for Language

When it comes to gay comedies, the pinnacle of the genre is probably “Le Cage aux Folles” by Jean Poiret (it’s at least the best known).  It was made into a film in 1978 by Francois Verber, the master of French farce, and in 1996, an American film version came out filled with talent from top to bottom.  The result isn’t nearly as funny as it could have been (time could be a factor), but I still liked it.

Armand Goldman is the proud owner of “The Birdcage,” the hottest drag club in South Beach.  His partner is Albert (Lane), the drag queen (emphasis on “queen”) who is the star of the show.  Together, the two have raised Armand’s son, Val (Futterman), the product of a one-night-stand.  Now, Val is going to walk down the aisle, which horrifies his parents because he’s only 20.  But it’s about to get a whole lot worse: his fiancĂ©e, Barbara (Flockhart) is the daughter of Sentator Kevin Keely (Hackman), the chairman of the Comission for Moral Order.  This guy makes Pat Robertson look like Al Gore; he thinks that Billy Graham is too liberal.  They’re coming to meet Val’s family, and that’s when all hell breaks loose.

“The Birdcage” is really two different kinds of comedies.  The first and largest part, which sets the stage and introduces the characters, relies mainly on jokes, gags and characters for laughs.  The final act, the dinner, is a screwball comedy:  Miscommunication, misunderstandings and soup bowls that could charitably be called “inappropriate” turn the night into a complete disaster.

The acting is solid; Robin Williams, famous for playing over-the-top characters, proves that he can get just as many laughs by playing the straight man.  He wisely leaves the histrionics to Nathan Lane, whose Albert contains enough over-the-top moments for this movie and two sequels.  Lane is terrific, but the character becomes repetitive, and Lane isn’t able to do much to prevent that.  As Senator Keely, Hackman is good as the neo-conservative, something that the actor is known for (despite the fact that in real life, Hackman is a soft-spoken liberal).  Dianne Wiest is miscast; her acting as Keely’s doting wife is caricature level, and compared to Albert, that’s saying something.  Dan Futterman and Calista Flockhart are also good as the lovebirds, while Christine Baranski and Hank Azaria round out the cast as Katherine, Armand’s said lover (of 90 minutes) and Agador, the flamboyant butler.

Known for being a dramatic theater director who has ventured into movies, Mike Nichols may seem like an odd choice to direct a full-on comedy like this (“Working Girl” was a comedy-drama with an emphasis on the latter), and while his workmanship is solid, I can’t imagine what it could have been with a director with a surer hand at comedy.  While some of the jokes are dated, there’s nothing deep or dramatic about this movie, and that requires a different sort of technique than Nichols has.

Still, for those who are looking for a few yuks, this one fits the bill.

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