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Saving Silverman |
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Truth in labeling. If Hollywood believed in the
concept, Columbia Pictures’ perverse new
teen comedy Saving Silverman would be rated "R-lite." It’s There's Something About Mary on a shorter
leash.
Twentysomething pals Darren, Wayne
and J.D. are inseparable. They drink beer
together, watch football together and they all
worship Neil Diamond. When Darren moves
in with Judith (a manipulative vixen intolerant
of their boyish bond), Nayne and J.D. plot to
sabotage the romance and reroute Darren’s
heart in the direction of an old flame named
Sandy. It gets ugly. The dolts kidnap Judith
and fake her death. Then they persuade
nun-to-be Sandy to forsake the convent (she
leaves a cussing mother superior at the altar).
Before the end credits, everyone is paired off
for a triple wedding—J.D. with a man.
One might expect considerable profanity,
innuendo and anatomical slang in a puerile
movie like this. Saving Silverman
doesn’t skimp on it. There are also revealing
outfits and shots of rear nudity. Somewhat
surprising, however, is how warped
much of the humor is. Sexual comments
about a corpse. An angry coach impaling a ref.
Shots of Darren having "butt-cheek implants."
There’s also a barrage of jokes dealing with
masturbation, prostitution, pornography,
defecation, cannibalism, homosexuality and
dismemberment.
The notion that good friends will take
extreme measures to rescue a buddy headed
for marital disaster has merit. And comedic
potential. But Saving Silverman aims
so low that it shoots itself in the foot.
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