Carvey, Jennifer Esposito, Harold Gould, James Brolin,
by: Perry Andelin Blake
Written by: Dana Carvey, Harris Goldberg
Produced by: Sid Ganis, Alex Siskin, Barry Bernardi,
Todd Garner, Sidney Ganis, Adam Sandler
Distributor: Columbia Pictures
US: 03/00/02 UK: 17/01/03
Disguisey (Dana Carvey), a sweet-natured Italian waiter
at his father Fabbrizios (James Brolin) restaurant,
cant figure out why he compulsively mimics his
customers and desires to change his appearance. What
he doesnt know yet is that these traits are part
of the Disguisey family secret legacy. There follows
a series of zany adventures where Carvey dons more and
more bizarre disguises.
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Carvey amuses Jennifer Esposito - unfortunately he
fails to amuse anyone else...
words strike horror into the heart of any film critic: A Happy
Madison Production. Yes, it's another shockingly unfunny romp
from the Adam Sandler stable. This is Dana Carvey's vehicle,
and he stars, improbably, as a naive 23-year-old Italian named
Pistachio Disguisey who hasn't a clue he's last in a long
line of Masters of Disguise. Papa and Mama (Brolin and McClurg)
have protected him from a life of espionage and danger, but
when they're kidnapped by their arch nemesis (Spiner), Pistachio's
grandpa (Gould) steps in to teach Pistachio the Disguisey
way. With the help of his new assistant (Esposito), he assumes
a series of increasingly inventive disguises to save the day.
First of all, Carvey (age 47) is a gifted comic and mimic.
So why is he writing and performing this rubbish, just taking
random stabs at comedy and never coming close to the target?
There may be three or four vaguely funny moments in the whole
film. Novice director Blake doesn't have a clue what to do
with the camera, missing every over-staged gag and concentrating
far too much on the overdone makeup and set design. And he
edits with a Magimix--it's barely coherent, and you can tell
how harshly it's been assembled by the wacky clips in the
closing credits; many of those scenes and costumes aren't
in the film at all. And Carvey himself isn't much better,
recycling his classic Saturday Night Live characters (you
can spot them all in there, unintentionally) into this pathetic
mess. Only Gould and McClurg emerge with any dignity at all.
Starry cameos from Bo Derek, Jesse Ventura and Michael Johnson
don't help. The whole production has that lazy Happy Madison
vibe in which no one can be bothered to think about the people
who watch the film. I have to sit through it; it's my job.
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