Happy, Texas
2/4
Starring: Jeremy Northam, Steve Zahn, William H. Macy, Ally
Walker, Illeana Douglas
Rated PG-13 for Language, Sexual Content, and Some Violence
“Happy, Texas” is a 98-minute long sitcom. The script and the characters are paper thin,
the humor is juvenile, and the plot is innocuous. With a miscast lead and an unwillingness to
take chances, “Happy, Texas” is watchable, but instantly forgettable.
In a Texas prison, con artist Harry Sawyer (Northam) and dim
bulb car thief Wayne Wayne Wayne, Jr. (Zahn) have just gotten lucky: the truck
they are being transported in crashes and they escape. Their luck gets even greater when they find a
small town they can hide in until the heat cools down. All they have to do is pose as beauty pageant
instructors for two weeks, then rob the bank and get out of dodge. The catch is that instead of being able to
chase the skirts of the pageant contestants, they have to babysit them, and
they also have to pretend they’re gay.
The premise is solid, but that’s it. Every joke is tired, every character is a
cliché, and every plot twist is predictable.
That’s three strikes for any comedy.
There are a few funny moments, particularly in the beginning, but there
really isn’t much more.
Jeremy Northam is sorely miscast. With his gravelly voice and false charm,
Northam is more at home playing creeps and psychos (like in “The Net,” for
example). In a genial, light-hearted
comedy like this, he sticks out like a sore thumb; his scenes rarely ring
true. Steve Zahn is a gifted comedian,
especially when it comes to playing characters of very low intelligence. But he’s only able to pull off about half the
jokes. Illeana Douglas is okay as the
girls’ leader, but that’s it. The only
characters we really feel for are Joe (Walker), the bank owner who is unlucky
in love (and the one Harry inevitably falls for) and Chappy (Macy), the sheriff
who falls for Harry. Both actors play
their characters with both humor and pathos.
The most obvious problem is that the gags are not only
unfunny, they are unfinished. Each joke
or comic set-piece feels incomplete.
They feel like trailers for larger, funnier scenes. Subplots are half-developed, and scenes that
strengthen the characters and the plot seem to be missing. And while I realize that this was made twelve
years ago, the idea of two straight guys having to pretend to be gay was just
as tired then as it is now. For once,
can we get a straight guy who does not freak out when he is hit on by another
man? This is the 21st
century; surely most men would be able to deal with that in a perfectly
reasonable way.
Mark Illsley understands the concept of comic timing; he
just needs better jokes to give his actors.
The script, which he co-wrote with Ed Stone and Phil Reeves, is in
desperate need of a few rewrites and more imagination. His direction isn’t sure, either. The climax, which should be the comic apex of
the movie, is messy and confusing.
This is not a terrible movie by any means. But it’s not very good either.
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