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Mr. Deeds (2002) ![]() ![]() The female-reporter-falls-for-genuine-guy device I've seen before, and done better: my personal favorite is The Hudsucker Proxy (1994). And if you want an alternative perspective on what "genuine" small-town people can be like, check out The Advocate (1993). What I really found distressing in Mr. Deeds was the meanness in what was supposed to be comedy. It started with Deeds' frostbitten right foot: in his new mansion he displays it to the butler, Emilio (a truly funny John Turturro, a butler with a foot fetish, by the way). Deeds says the foot has no feeling -- try it. Emilio stomps it. Nothing. He takes a fireplace poker and whacks it. Nothing. He impales it. Deeds screams... but, no, he was just joking; he felt nothing. I was cringing. This was funny? Deeds is a gentle, honest, simple guy who doesn't mind punching out a football player who wants more money, or upper-crust types who make fun of him at a fine restaurant, or severely beating a (phony) mugger to rescue Babe/Pam. For fun he gets drunk and throws eggs at cars, "egged on," so to speak, by John McEnroe. Oh, but he rescues a huge woman from an upper-story building fire (don't worry, he's with the Mandrake Falls Fire Department). This he does after tossing out the window, one by one, her seven cats, one of which is on fire itself. Maybe it's because I am owned by a cat myself, but I didn't find this very funny, either. Mr. Deeds is not without merit. I've already mentioned Turturro as Emilio, the "sneaky" butler Deeds inherited from the uncle (Harve Presnell). The uncle died atop Mt. Everest -- somebody find out what kind of helicopter can fly at 29,000 feet, please! Although her fight scene with Babe/Pam was ridiculous rather than funny, I enjoyed the Mandrake Falls pizzeria waitress played by Conchata Ferrell. Crazy Eyes, a small role in Mandrake Falls played by Steve Buscemi, allows him to exercise only a smidgen of his truly inspired weirdness. Director Steven Brill has acted with Sandler before (most recently in Big Daddy, 1999 and The Wedding Singer), 1998, so perhaps he didn't feel he could say no to his star's "gross" excesses. I admit, there were moments of fun -- my companion enjoyed Mr. Deeds more than I did -- but I came out of the theatre grateful I had paid the bargain matinee price. . Want to comment on this review? Send me an e-mail! |
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Ronald Bruce Meyer is a freelance reviewer. |