Dinner for Schmucks Movie Review – The genuinely ridiculous appears in innocence. If a man is attempting to be silly, it is just an act that wears out soon. The secret, though, is if he has even the tiniest awareness of his oddity. Barry Speck‘s naïve ignorance goes beyond pathetic and approaches grandeur. He is one of those people who is genuinely clueless.
In “Dinner for Schmucks,” he used as a punchline by a group of haughty, wealthy guys, but the joke is actually on them. A man who is always content to who he is cannot insulted. The millionaires in the movie host an annual dinner party that is a joke: Each person invites another guest who, whether he knows it or not, is competing to see who can be the biggest idiot. It is simply cruel.
The French film “The Dinner Game” by Francis Veber, which a huge hit in France but came off as a little bit harsh, served as the model for “Dinner for Schmucks.” The portrayal of Steve Carell, who portrays Barry Speck as a man resistant to ridicule and entirely at peace with himself, is what makes this adaptation brilliant. He is a transcendent fool in every way.
Driven young guy who aspires to the corner office
Tim Conrad (Paul Rudd), a driven young guy who aspires to the corner office, is the protagonist of the movie. Lance Fender, his boss, extends an invitation for him to bring a friend to the dinner (Bruce Greenwood). Tim first declines since he has a crucial date with his fiancée Julie (Stephanie Szostak), even if the opportunity to mingle with his boss’s influential buddies is alluring. Then he meets Barry, a man who enjoys dressing up dead mice in elaborate costumes and filling vast dollhouses and model landscapes with them. Barry is simply too fantastic to miss. He appears to be the winner.
There must be something significant to Tim that conflicts with the dinner in order for the subplot involving Julie and Tim to work. The lengthy dinner scene, when we meet a number of other perfect idiots but none who are competing with Barry, is where the movie itself settles down, or stirs itself up.
Barry is such a specimen that it’s difficult to put into words. He does indeed have a toupee. Yes, it appears that he has mice hidden all over him. He is the only joyful man in the room, which is more significant. I think one of the reasons we adore Dickens’ great eccentrics is that they take themselves so seriously. Being a great eccentric requires happiness; otherwise, the fun would be lost.
The dinner devolves into farce and then slapstick
The dinner devolves into farce and then slapstick, but Carell navigates these difficult waters with unwavering faith in human nature. Perhaps because he finds it hard to envision somebody responding in that way, he doesn’t see it as an insult to himself. The bawdy comedy veteran Jay Roach (“Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery,” “Meet the Fockers”) makes a wise tactical choice in how he tackles this: Tim, who invited Barry to the party out of ambition rather than malice, is also innocent, as is Barry. The bad guy is thus three steps removed: Bruce Greenwood would play the cruel boss in that scenario.
The dinner attendees are an odd group. A delight of the film is seeing each of them appear; to explain them would be to reveal their jokes. I wonder whether anyone has considered the fact that the dinner’s hosts are the greatest idiots in attendance. Oh, and those chic little mice make me think of the white mice in Charlie Kaufman’s “Human Nature,” who are being taught their manners by scientists.
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