The randy, rocky comedy No Hard Feelings (★★☆☆☆) hints at a few different meanings in its title, including the obvious sexual pun, which hardly warrants a giggle, and isn’t exactly accurate. The lead pair in this wannabe-bawdy, R-rated romp are plenty horny, actually, if not necessarily for each other.
Jennifer Lawrence plays Montauk bartender and Uber driver Maddie Barker, who’s sleeping off a hot night with a hunk listed in the credits as Gorgeous Italian Guy (Christian Galvis) when she wakes to find her car being seized by the county. Maddie owes thousands in taxes on the cute cottage her mother left her, her other bills are piling up, she needs a car to make that Uber dough from driving “summer people” around town all season, and she’s desperate to save her mom’s house.
Writer-director Gene Stupnitsky (co-creator of the buzzy new comedy series Jury Duty) stirs up a perfect storm of financial distress to send his working-class heroine down a road of last resort. She’s not down for sex work, per se, but she eagerly interviews for a sex work-adjacent job offered by the Beckers, one of those wealthy couples from the city whose multi-million dollar homes are the reason property taxes in Maddie’s beach village have shot through the roof.
Allison and Laird Becker (Laura Benanti and Matthew Broderick, who nail these neurotic “summer people”) are seeking a woman, preferably in her early to mid-20s, to seduce their severely introverted 19-year-old son Percy (talented newcomer Andrew Barth Feldman) out of his pre-Princeton isolation.
Though astutely drawn, styled, and acted as exactly the sort of touchy-feely kooks who would issue such a sticky proposal, the Beckers, and their hands-on interest in getting their boy laid, still come across as more funny-weird than funny-ha-ha. The film doesn’t settle on how to play that joke, ultimately mining their fraught family tension for a dramatic reveal about a malicious rumor that forced Percy to switch schools.
Still, Stupnitsky pushes hard to conjure outrageous comic setpieces, like a car careening out of control with Maddie clinging to the hood, or a nighttime beach brawl that Maddie fights totally in the nude. (It very much appears J-Law’s face was swapped onto a body double for the full frontal shots.) But the tone and pacing don’t gel.
Strains of the score, the shots, and the May-December romance harken to Mike Nichols’ The Graduate, though this isn’t as precisely crafted. And the movie never reaches or sustains the mile-a-minute, ever-escalating craziness of a Hangover or Bridesmaids, which seems to be the target.
Rather, it’s the dramatic moments between Maddie and Percy, tenderly rendered by Lawrence and Feldman, as their secretly contracted dalliance blossoms into true friendship, that are more surely handled.
Likewise, the film commits to its depiction of the struggles for working-class locals in a wealthy tourist town — as with Maddie’s bestie Sarah (Natalie Morales), who waits tables all summer because teaching the rest of the year doesn’t keep her bills paid. The realness is refreshing, but, unfortunately, the humor’s often stale.
Former SNL funnyman Kyle Mooney adds a sharply comic turn as Percy’s former nanny, Jody, still a vigilant protector of his charge after all these years. And, not for the first time in a big-screen comedy, the work of Hall & Oates is put to excellent use, both in service of laugh-out-loud comedy and heartfelt romance. There’s a sweet spot in between that the movie just misses, though that’s not for lack of trying.
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Sebastian Stan portrays just one man in Aaron Schimberg’s brilliantly twisted A Different Man, but he’s essentially two different characters, before and after a medical miracle.
Before, he is Edward, a struggling but determined actor in New York City, whom we meet clearly overacting a scene in some low-budget project. Edward also lives with neurofibromatosis, a condition that produces tumors and growths all over his face.
Edward is deeply insecure about his appearance and keeps to himself in a darkened, pretty spacious apartment. The leak in his ceiling, which he allows to fester and swell into a disgusting ooze, serves as Schimberg’s blunt visual motif of the malaise eating away at Edward. Umberto Smerilli’s baleful score sets his dread to music.
Let's cut to the chase: those who appreciate Sinclair Lewis' satirical novel Babbitt may find Joe DiPietro's theatrical adaptation a gratifying box-checker. However, for those who haven't (recently or ever) read it, director Christopher Ashley's production is too thin on the ground to resonate.
In fact, dramaturg Drew Lichtenberg's elegantly concise program essay should be seen as a companion -- and required pre-curtain reading. Along with an excellent summary of Lewis' oeuvre, it does a grand job of shoring up some of what never quite translates from book to stage. Whatever Lewis may have achieved in his novel (which, in fact, was called a book without a plot), neither adapter nor director have managed to meet the challenge of bringing it wittily and wryly to life.
This section is always a grabbag of events and activities, a multi-genre arts smorgasbord we lovingly compile every season to cover those performances that aren't quite one thing or another, and don't quite fit within the confines of our other sections. It's a mix of stand-up comedy, drag shows, dance parties, exhibits, readings, book and poetry readings, and a sampling of the many restaurants in Bethesda. And it adds up to a lot of additional offerings apart from our other categories of film, stage, dance, classical music and pop.
This fall, you could dust off your cowboy boots and dance with the DC Rawhides as they host their debut evening at Glen Echo Park. Or take in a reading of a queer author at D.C.'s newest bookstore, the LGBTQ-owned Little District Books. Or set your sights on a queer extravaganza put together to honor Hispanic Heritage Month at DC9. Or maybe you'd like to take in a rare in-person evening with Bob The Drag Queen at the Lincoln Theatre -- or opt for the Jinx and DeLa holiday brew at the Lincoln.
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