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Classification: Bad Originally Published: Movie Poop Shoot, 2/5/03 |
The main characters of HOUSE ARREST are locked in a basement for several days and forced to talk to one another, a fate that sounds only slightly more repellent than actually sitting through the 108 minutes of the film itself. Honestly, lock me in my basement with some good movies, adequate restroom facilities, a steady supply of babyback ribs, I could stay down there three to four weeks before you’d start to hear me complaining. But not the whiny, screechy characters of HOUSE ARREST. There are so many things about this movie that upset me that I don’t even know where to begin.
Existing in the John Hughes Universe of Film, in which the children are smarter and physically stronger than the adults, the “hero” of the film is Grover (Kyle Howard) who lives in a town named Defiance (that's deep, man) and realizes his parents, played by Jaime Lee Curtis and Kevin Pollak, are separating and decides the best remedy for the situation is to trick the dimwitted adults into a locked basement where they can stew and sort out their problems. These elements, with the right cast and a good script by someone like Robert Smigel, might have made a cute six-minute sketch on SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE. But since the film has a hundred additional minutes to kill, it pads its threadbare concept a little. So Grover tells his buddy Matt (Mooky Arizona ... no, really, the actor’s name is Mooky Arizona) that he has locked his parents in the basement and Matt (who, if I didn’t mention it already, is played by a kid named Mooky Arizona) decides he should lock his parents down there too. You know how these fads at school start, one kid does it and then they all want to. Totally how slap bracelets happened in my elementary school. So soon three couples and one single mother are barricaded beneath Grover’s living room. That’s when Grover’s plans, and the movie, begin to turn sour. I’d like to focus more on the career of one Mooky Arizona, but his IMDb page is frustratingly vague. Sadly, Matt was the final role in Mooky’s grand two-film career. There are plenty of other more significant names in HOUSE ARREST, all of whom have continued with successful careers, including Jennifer Tilly, Wallace Shawn, Jennifer Love Hewitt, Christopher McDonald, and Ray Walston. Was Mooky scapegoated because of HOUSE ARREST's failure? I’d blame the problems on the premise, which asks us to care about the morons in the basement and their overly emotional jailer children. Let’s face it; in a movie like this there is a snowball-in-hell’s chance that the film WON’T end with reconciliation, and to make matters worse, Grover has finally learned the valuable (and realistic) lesson that he is not to blame for his parents’ failure in marriage when -- poof! magic! -- they are back together. I realize films aimed at younger audiences often include morals; but what are we telling our nation’s youth when we give them morals in direct conflict to the happy endings we present them? If anyone had seen this movie when it was released, they would have been awfully confused, not to mention ripped off. WIth several painful subplots, including Ray Walston as a crotchety old neighbor, HOUSE ARREST is one of the most annoying films I have ever reviewed in this column. Watching it is like having a bug crawling on your chest while your hands are tied behind your back, and resulted in nearly as much struggling on my part. Not only does it have no relation to actual reality (What sort of kids hang out in the morning before school?), it’s loaded with filler (I counted at least three unnecessary musical montages), and, worst of all, does not contain a single laugh. On the plus side, no one says the phrase “You are under house arrest!” But all things considered, that’s like a dollar underneath a reeking pile of garbage. |