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Pilot at the Movies

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Ferrell's 'Bros' hits new lows

The title is "Step Brothers." You know, because there are two of them. But Will Ferrell and John C. Reilly are essentially playing the same person, which is the movie's fundamental, irreparable flaw.

As 40-year-olds who've never left home and are forced to share a bedroom when their parents get married, Ferrell and Reilly are stuck in the same state of arrested development. There's no odd-couple tension, no witty banter, just a prolonged, painfully unfunny game of one-upmanship in which each actor is trying to outdo the other in one-note obnoxiousness. You wouldn't want to spend two hours with one of these guys, much less both.

Sure, they display slight personality differences - Ferrell's Brennan wears vintage T-shirts with Pablo Cruise or The Judds on them, while Reilly's Dale prefers Yoda - but they're cut from the same kitschy cloth. They share the same interest in dinosaurs, martial arts, bad TV, worse music and above all, crass put-downs. (Most of them can't be repeated here, which is fine, because they're not exactly zingers anyway.)

They immediately hate each other, eventually become best friends and then hate each other all over again. But regardless of the status of their relationship, the humorously awkward chemistry these actors shared as teammates in "Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby" is long gone, because the script makes no room for it. And that's strange, because Ferrell co-wrote the screenplay with his old friend, director Adam McKay, with whom he collaborated on the NASCAR comedy.

Watching "Step Brothers," though, it doesn't take long to realize that their creative process consisted of sitting around, cracking each other up with adolescent gags, and then writing it all down. Whether the rest of the world will be doubled over with laughter seems irrelevant - and that insularity is ultimately alienating. (A couple of funny lines do pop up here and there.)

Brennan and Dale routinely beat each other to a pulp, but once they reach a detente and team up to exact revenge on the school yard bullies who regularly torment Dale, they turn around and beat those kids to a pulp, which isn't particularly inspired, either.

It's not that any of this stuff is offensive, it's just hackneyed and flat. You can practically feel the strain through the screen. There's also the obligatory gross-out bodily humor, including Dale's inability to keep his gas to himself during a job interview (hardy-har).

Meanwhile, all Brennan's mom, Nancy (Mary Steenburgen), and Dale's dad, Robert (Richard Jenkins), can do is throw their hands up and sigh in exasperation. Often they scream back with expletives of their own - because in theory, it's supposed to be shocking to hear dirty words flying from Steenburgen's proper, Southern mouth. Both actors deserve better.

Ferrell and Reilly do, too. We know they're capable of wildly inventive humor. "Step Brothers" doesn't even begin to challenge either of them - it's several steps down for them both.

* "Step Brothers," rated R for language and crude and sexual content. Run time: 112 minutes. One star out of four.