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Starsky & Hutch uncovers yet more retro laughs
by Coury Turczyn
How much longer must we wait before we can at last buy tickets for Holmes and Yoyo: The Movie? Why hasn’t Supertrain gotten the big-screen treatment that it so obviously deserves? And will the media ever cover the national tragedy that is the stalled development of The New Man From Atlantis? Television programming of the 1960s and ’70s still holds rich veins of movie magic that have yet to be mined, and I urge Hollywood studio executives to stop their lollygagging and get to work. My state of arrested adolescence depends on it!
Thankfully, we now have Starsky & Hutch to wrap us up in its warm blanket of nostalgic laughs, allowing us to blissfully forget for a few hours that we actually exist in the 21st century and that we’re not 10 years old. Some critics charge that movies based on old TV shows like Lost in Space or Charlie’s Angels reflect a bankruptcy of creativity among filmmakers and a retarded sense of discovery on the parts of audiences—that moviegoers just want the comfort of seeing what they’ve already seen, and movie makers are only too glad to supply them with old (profitable) ideas.
But things could be worse—and they are! Hollywood’s eternal quest to make movies out of video games (coming soon: Soul Caliber) makes its regurgitation of old TV shows look inspired. Not only do beloved TV shows have characters with discernible personalities, but they also have a built-in audience of former adolescents yearning to recall a time when they didn’t have to worry about world terrorism or unemployment.
Since I land squarely in that particular demographic, my judgment might be compromised—but I found Starsky & Hutch to go beyond the lowly aspirations of the TV-to-movie genre to attain true excellence as a stupid comedy. And we need all the well-made stupid comedies we can get these days.
As far as TV cop series go, the original Starsky & Hutch (1975-79) wasn’t so bad—sort of Serpico meets Bullitt, with a dash of Superfly thrown into the mix. It offered two streetwise undercover cops racing around an urban metropolis in a blazing red Ford Torino, a hip African American snitch by the name of Huggy Bear, and that newfangled cultural trend of male sensitivity. These weren’t just two cops busting heads—these guys loved each other! The movie, directed by stupid-comedy expert Todd Phillips (Old School), splits the uprights by using those elements without routinely mocking them. Just like the much more concise video for the Beastie Boys’ “Sabotage” by Spike Jonze, Starsky & Hutch deploys its TV-cop clichés with affection. For instance, just wearing a belted sweater is funny enough today that there’s no need to make characters actually refer to it.
The plot itself (just like on the TV show) is nearly inconsequential; it’s just there so our mismatched partners have something to do. Ben Stiller plays Starsky as upright to the point of ineptitude, using extreme force to apprehend anyone who dares break even the smallest of laws. Owen Wilson’s Hutch, on the other hand, is laid back enough to disregard several laws for his own profit. The two are thrown together to investigate a major drug deal that may involve respected businessman Reese Feldman (Vince Vaughn, when will you ever find that great starring role?). This inspires them to go undercover as mimes, engage in a drug-fueled disco dance-off, and interview a naked cheerleader who renders their brains incapable of forming complete thoughts.
Starsky & Hutch works because Stiller and Wilson are genuinely funny guys with good chemistry (as seen in five previous movies, such as Zoolander). Although Stiller has been unable to resist making bad romantic comedies, he is at heart a great sketch comedian, and it’s good to see him back making an ass of himself instead of trying to impress Jennifer Aniston. Does Owen Wilson play characters? Well, no—but his slightly dazed yet always thinking Texas-surfer-dude persona is consistently amusing, whether in the Wild West (Shanghai Noon) or Bosnia (Behind Enemy Lines). Together, Stiller’s wound-up yin and Wilson’s unwound yang make for a convincing comedy team. An added bonus is Snoop Dogg as Huggy Bear, who continues to forge a career out of making pimping seem like All-American mainstream entertainment.
I don’t know if Todd Phillips qualifies as an auteur yet, but he does have a certain talent for ribald comedy. Next on his directorial plate is, yes, a movie version of a ‘70s TV series, in this case The Six Million Dollar Man starring Jim Carrey. Bereft of new ideas, perhaps, but it’ll probably be funny enough to while away a few hours on a Friday night at the multiplex... which is a Hollywood tradition even older than making movies out of old TV shows.
Coury Turczyn is the editor of PopCult.
March 11, 2003 * Vol. 14, No. 11
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