Popstar: Never Stop Never Stopping

popstar-never-stop-never-stopping-posterIf you’re going to make a joke song, at least make it a good song. That was the sentiment the Coen Brothers had when writing “Please Mr. Kennedy,” and if The Lonely Island were around in 1960s Greenwich Village, they might’ve recorded just that. As far as fake joke bands go, no one gets more studio star power and indelible hooks to go along with their ridiculous lyrics about jizzing in pants or dicks in boxes. They do hilarious comedy but also make great music.

And in “Popstar: Never Stop Never Stopping,” they’re singing about fucking Osama bin Laden and why the Mona Lisa is “an overrated piece of shit” without forgetting that they still need to make hits.

“Popstar” is the first official movie of the satirical rap trio made up of “SNL’s” Andy Samberg, Jorma Taccone and Akiva Schaffer (the three star and co-wrote the film, with Taccone and Schaffer directing), and while it could just be their fourth album, it often plays as a Millennial version of “This is Spinal Tap.” The film’s documentary realistic style functions as a media critique as much as it does a genre parody, and it’s often so absurd it’s genius.

Samberg plays Conner4Real, one of the biggest and most influential hip hop artists in the world. Questlove, 50 Cent and Ringo Starr all sincerely confess in testimonials how his music changed their lives. The film has an autobiographical bent in that Conner got his start as part of a hip hop trio called the Style Boyz, three nerdy kids who just wanted to make music and became superstars. Conner goes solo and has a mega hit, but for his second album “Connquest,” he rejects the help of his fellow Style Boyz Owen (Taccone), now Conner’s DJ via an iPod, and Lawrence (Schaffer), who has now become a farmer and whittler in Wyoming. The documentary crew following Conner observes how both his album and tour flop as a result.

It’s not lost on the film that Samberg is 37 but plays a heartthrob who could be Justin Bieber’s age. But Samberg has an endearing, boyish charisma that he milks at every beat. He’s so confidently cool in all his mannerisms, but he’ll throw his arms out or toss his hair back in such a way that we both know he’s awesome and pretending to be a guy trying to look awesome. One song with (hologram) Adam Levine on guest vocals, “I’m So Humble,” seems to comment on how effortlessly cool he’s acting while clearly trying too hard.

Conner lives in a bubble of a Yes Men entourage, and his songs only call attention to his ignorance. One song claims to be about tolerance for same sex marriage, but in between Pink riding and singing on top of a unicorn, he interjects that he’s “Not Gay” along with quick, manly nouns like “pick up trucks” and “hot wings” to prove it.

All these songs have the outlandish production values of any one of The Lonely Island’s iconic SNL Digital Shorts, and you can imagine that perhaps multiple albums worth of material got poured into this one 86 minute movie. But what makes “Popstar” stand out as a film beyond just being a visual album (hey, if Beyonce can do it with “Lemonade”) are its merits as a commentary on pop, celebrity culture in the 21st Century.

Conner’s benchmark for success is that his album will go Gold, a never-mentioned reminder that no one buys albums anymore. He’s a compulsive oversharer on social media and believes that makes him genuine. His manager’s (Tim Meadows) bright idea is to have Conner roll out his album to play when you open the door of your refrigerator (“Nowadays if you don’t sell out, people will wonder if anyone even asked you”). And Will Arnett has a few show stealing moments riffing on TMZ’s Harvey Levin, cackling at nothing in particular and drinking constantly from obscenely sized coffee jugs.

Of course “Popstar” has perfectly bizarre, random and vulgar humor too. Conner proposes to his actress girlfriend Ashley September (Imogen Poots, hilariously ditzy) in a stunt that ends up with soul singer Seal attacked by wolves. One ingenious scene could be staged exactly the same on the radio. And what would a Lonely Island movie be without an unexpected Justin Timberlake cameo?

One of Conner’s signature career moments was a guest track he laid down called “The Catchphrase Verse.” “He was just using so many words I never heard,” says an astonished 50 Cent, including the winner “Patrick Stewart Money.” Of course, we’ve heard all these words before, and The Lonely Island have been using a variation of “The Catchphrase Verse” for years, staging absurd mashups of nouns and adjectives in order to make something dope.

For how many goofy, half-baked, sketch-sized ideas The Lonely Island pack into “Popstar,” this might just be their masterpiece.

3 ½ stars

Inside Llewyn Davis

“Inside Llewyn Davis” is the Coen Brothers’ searingly intimate folk ballad.

Folk music is that most honest of all music genres. It’s often just a man, his words and his guitar, and through simple song structure and intimacy of the performance, it hits searing individual truths. And yet when folk music is done poorly, it can be the most hammy and phony of all, a parody of itself and hardly a solid piece of music.

The only American directors capable of handling that dichotomy are the Coen Brothers. The two are masters of characterization and tone, bordering on satire and sincerity with each of their characters. “Inside Llewyn Davis” is their folk ballad, and it’s a searing portrait of an unlikeable and sullen artist, one that feels warm and honest without ever trying to fake folksy charm.

“Inside Llewyn Davis” could not be possible without the lead performance of its title character by Oscar Isaac. In this film full of cartoonish supporting players coloring a strange, tough-to-crack world, Isaac plays Llewyn with every ounce of attitude and truth. Llewyn is completely unlikeable, stuck-up, lazy, pretentious, snarky and never cool, and Isaac turns him into a tragic figure befitting a travelling folk song. Continue reading “Inside Llewyn Davis”

Friends with Benefits

The surprisingly clever and enjoyable “Friends with Benefits” was hampered this year by coming out five months after the much worse reviewed “No Strings Attached.” Who really wanted to see another lame casual sex movie with the OTHER girl from “Black Swan?”

Believe it or not, Mila Kunis would here give Natalie Portman a run for her money as America’s sweetheart. Her character Jamie is not just quick witted and tough but seems free of the hang-ups of the inherently cute and mildly flawed leading lady of most romantic comedies.

There’s a scene early on where Kunis meets her equally charming costar Justin Timberlake, and he catches her walking on the baggage carousel at the airport. What I like is that she doesn’t double take or make an awkward, embarrassed face and rather seems to shrug it off as a kind of funny circumstance.

The whole film is self aware in that way. It’s the kind that just rips on other rom-coms and how silly they all are and winks at the camera with how self-aware it is before totally not innovating in the third act. Oh well, what can you do?

The answer of course is to be silly about it. Kunis and Timberlake have magnificent chemistry and don’t seem to take a minute of their somewhat clichéd screenplay too seriously. They show such stability and comfort in their friendly relationship that they stave off the movie’s urge to rush into the sappy will they/won’t they ending.

Both Kunis and Timberlake are sexy, funny and never intentionally embarrass themselves for a dumb laugh. They rattle off dialogue and the cross cutting can be a headache, but rather than make obscure pop culture references at every turn they seem to have down the inside jokes of a naturally compatible pair of friends.

“Friends with Benefits” is also the sort of movie that makes you blurt out, “What the hell is Woody Harrelson doing in this movie?” I also exclaimed at the appearance of Nolan Gould from “Modern Family,” but the real standout is the completely irreverent Patricia Clarkson. This disturbingly sex driven mother could’ve been a nightmare in another actress’s hands.

Now you’re asking, “So Justin Timberlake and Mila Kunis are actually funny and likeable AND they take their clothes off?” Yes, who knew?

3 ½ stars

The Social Network

“The Social Network” is both a vivid, inventive fantasy and a dramatically realistic portrait of the 21st century. It succeeds at being both because Director David Fincher has touched on a subject that has become so ingrained in the subconscious of everyone who’s ever heard of the Internet while expanding on the biopic subgenre in a way as revolutionary as the idea of Facebook itself.

The film is not about Mark Zuckerberg (Jesse Eisenberg), the founder of Facebook, or Eduardo Saverin (Andrew Garfield), Mark’s one-time best friend, or Sean Parker (Justin Timberlake), the inventor of Napster and co-owner of Facebook or even about the Winklevoss twins, Cameron and Tyler (both played by Armie Hammer), who claim Mark stole the idea of Facebook from them. Aaron Sorkin’s inspired screenplay weaves through time and different perspectives to create a powerful story about no hero, villain, victim or winner.

“The Social Network,” with all its rapid-fire, whip-smart dialogue, is a stirring metaphor for the complexities and tragedies of life on a web site where everyone is connected. And yet it is not pro or anti Facebook, the Internet or technology. It is a character sketch for what happened to these people in this screenplay in a time where the only friends Zuckerberg has are the ones we see, and not the 500 million users around the globe. Continue reading “The Social Network”