I need to kick my ass back into blogging.
Excited to see that it’s not a simple whodunit at a reunion, like the teaser implied.
Some thoughts on the sublime dumbness of Anchorman 2
”Stupid” and “fun” are not good ways to critique a film. Overused and under descriptive,these common tropes in film reviews just contribute to the culture around review scores that boils works of art down to a number that aids people in not thinking too hard for themselves about the art in which they choose to partake.
Anchorman 2 is stupid and fun. Like in the way a YouTube video of a Boston terrier bouncing on a trampoline is fun. In that sense, it isn’t even really a capital “F” film worth critical consideration. And that’s okay.
Anchorman 2 excels at being highly aware of why people would be interested in a sequel to a (let’s be real) middling yet adored cult comedy classic: not story, not coherence, but just line after quotable line. And while the movie is at its weakest when retreading old ground from the first film (notably, a weak final act that includes a redux of the anchor brawl from the first film that I desperately wanted to enjoy more) the overall film remains packed with jokes of assorted levels of weird, absurdist darkness.
Does that make Anchorman 2 a great film? Nope. It just makes it an incredibly specific one, aimed squarely at an audience looking to see some of the funniest actors in the business fucking around in 70s get ups for 90 minutes.
Bottom line: Don’t expect caviar from a Taco Bell bag: just lean into the awful cheap taco shameful goodness. Likewise, don’t expect Oscars from an Adam McKay: embrace the dumb. With a Scotchy Scotch.
Helicopter shots are pretty rad.