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"Made"
(Reviewed July 10, 2001)
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Vince Vaughn plays a "who could possibly stand to be around this backstabbing jerk for more than 10 seconds" wannabe badass entry-level mobster who is so annoyingly, endlessly, pointlessly, unamusingly, boringly chatty that you will want to run screaming from the theater, sort of just like you want this incredibly long sentence to end, except that Vaughn's dialog is much more excruciatingly tiresome, if you can believe it, and I also have not used various versions of the word "f*ck" 47 times.
Costar Jon Favreau directed and allegedly wrote this mess, but the entire movie has a "whose bad line is this, anyway?" feel that smacks of uninspired, "indie-cool" improvisation. Scene after scene appears to be "let's put these guys in a room, let them beat up and bore and badger each other far beyond the threshold of human endurance, and then go do another scene just like it in a different location."
Parts of "Made" are supposed to be funny, parts are supposed to be tense, and other parts are supposed to be "look at the pitiful, neglected big-eyed little kid" touching. None of it worked, because the half-baked mob-guys-on-the-make story is always secondary to a "let's work out this scene on camera and see if some magic will happen" feel. For all I know, every second of the movie may have been rehearsed to a fare-thee-well and may have gone through a hundred takes...but it sure doesn't look that way. Can you say, "fast, cheap and out of control?"
If you enjoy sitting in a room with people who (a) just plain won't shut up, (b) make you want to see them die quickly and violently and (c) take eight dollars from your wallet for the privilege of boring and annoying the hell out of you, by all means, go.
Back Row Grade: F
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