Tiffany Haddish – Christian Sauvé

Night School (2018)

ByChristian Sauvé 2019-05-182023-03-19 Movie Review

(On Cable TV, May 2019) Star vehicles works best when you really, really like that star, and while I’m still relatively positive about Tiffany Haddish and Kevin Hart, I’m feeling that both of them, with their oversized comic personas, could be a bit over-exposed at the moment. (Hart more than Haddish given his longer time in the spotlight.) This doesn’t help Night School, but to be honest there’s more than just that as an issue here. The film is lazy in the way most Hart vehicles have been so far, with him playing more or less the same character, and exhibiting the same tics. (Given that it’s partially based on exasperated annoyance, this is not conductive to a long-term career. We’ve seen what happened to Chris Tucker.) The gags are obvious, predictable but more damningly far too long for their own good—many of them keep going well after the humour has been milked from it. Did no one re-read the script and suggest that some moments weren’t that funny? Oh wait—someone did, because Night School credits no less than six writers on this trifle of a movie. The stitches definitely show: The film errs between silly comedy and pseudo-heartfelt sentiment (and drags badly during those later sequences), and work best when it loosens up to feature the entire night school group rather than when it focuses on just Hart and Haddish. There are, to be fair, a few good moments. (Not all of them feature Megalyn Echikunwoke in lingerie.) But there are also a fair number of head-scratchers (even by dumb comedy standards), and unconvincing plot beats. The film’s worst trait is its predictability, largely based on the comic personas of the actors. The scenes can be seen coming well in advance, sapping much of the film’s energy. While Night School isn’t horrible, it’s also less than expected, and definitely less than it could have been. I can’t help but think that something got lost after the third or fourth writer.

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Girls Trip (2017)

ByChristian Sauvé 2018-04-022019-03-25 Movie Review

(On Cable TV, April 2018) The R-rated women-behaving-badly subgenre is now well defined: It may have started its latest streak with Bridesmaids, but there’s been one or two of them per year since then (Bachelorette, Bad Moms, Rough Night, etc.) and the sub-genre is becoming less and less remarkable with every new example. And yet, properly handled, they can allow female comedians to show what they can do once they’re unleashed. So it is that the single best reason to watch Girls Trip is Tiffany Haddish, taking a big character and making her feel even bigger. (Documentary accounts of Haddish’s personality suggest that she was a perfect fit for the role.) Compared to her, even seasoned performers such as Regina Hall, Queen Latifah and Jada Pinkett Smith feel ordinary. Still, Girls Trip is decently entertaining—while it’s easy to quibble about its most outrageous moments, its wall-to-wall bad language, its occasionally repellent attitude, it does feel free to try anything and everything, getting a few chuckles along the way. It’s also difficult to appreciate, from my privileged white-guy perspective, how vital such a film must feel to a particular audience. It’s interesting to note a few moments here that would not attempted had the movie featured a cast of a different ethnicity—I’m specifically thinking about a prayer scene that feels organic even to the outrageous characters. So carry on, Girls Trip, for bringing something less frequently seen to the big screen, becoming a surprise box office hit and making Haddish an Oscar-presenting comedy superstar along the way. When everybody gets their own big-screen wish-fulfillment comedy, everybody wins.