MODEST REVIEWS: 21 Jump Street (Phil Lord, Chris Miller, 2012).
It’s hard to get excited about another remake tossed in the pile of remakes, but this movie exceeded my expectations and punished my pessimism with a lot of pleasant surprises.
For example, I was terrified of Skinny Jonah Hill. Fat Jonah Hill has been consistently amazing throughout his career, and thankfully, Skinny Jonah is still awkward and neurotic enough to satisfy many of those requirements with a lot less diabetes.
Channing Tatum was another matter of grave concern. Who the fuck expects Channing Tatum to be funny? I certainly didn’t, until he actually shouldered some of the comedic responsibility with confidence and (dim)wit.
The movie itself is obviously dumb. It’s just a fun ride with little care given to plot or character, and a lot of focus on gags and fun stuff. It’s honest enough to enjoy, and I, in a rare moment, could have sat through another 45 minutes of it. It was extremely fast and packed a lot of information in very quickly.
If you go and see this instead of The Hunger Games, you’re far less of an embarrassment to your families and friends. So: fucking do it, pussy.
6 out of 10.Mar. 27 @ 5:46PM | 19 notes