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There's Something About Austin
Mike Meyers Sequel Doesn't Disappoint
by SFS Staff on Aug 20, 2004
You don't necessarily want to be caught sniggering at a mean, mute midget named Mini-Me. Bad manners, laughing at midgets, even nasty ones with stupid names (who can't laugh back, because, you know, they can't speak). Nor might you want to be brought to tears giggling at a would-be coffee drinker unwittingly slurping down a mug of hot sugared shit and commenting on its 'nutty' flavor. And you may not want to titter uncontrollably at a monstrously fat Scottish guy in a kilt, hollering in a heavy brogue about how he likes to eat babies. It seems wrong, the eating babies bit. But irreverent and vulgar and disgusting is funny. Potty humor is hilarious.
Austin Powers and his hairy, hairy chest are with us again in the James Bond-meets-Star Wars-meets-Back to the Future sequel, The Spy Who Shagged Me. This time, the movie's about... well, Austin, the spy, living in 1999, has to go back to the '60s (from whence he came) to recapture his "mojo" - love juice, or some such, stolen right from his genitals by one of Dr. Evil's secret agents - so he can stop Dr. Evil's newest world domination offensive, which involves moon bases and space lasers. It really doesn't make much sense, and we're asked to suspend not just disbelief but other things, like logic. So, okay, disbelief, logic, whatever: suspended. Who remembers what the first Austin Powers was about, anyway, other than a guy with really bad teeth who gets to shag hot chicks and say "Yeah, baby" and "Oh, beee-haaaave" one too many times. It's about laughs in quick succession, about as many euphemisms for penis as you can fathom and sexy Russian girl-spies named Ivana Humpalot and Jerry Springer (no, really, Jerry Springer - funny unadorned). And it's all so appealingly, affably presented. The colors in the movie are sparkly, dazzling; they draw you in the same way the bright contrasting yellow and red of a McDonald's sign lures you into a QP with cheese again and yet again. The choreographed dance scenes groove, soul, rock, and swing like Gap commercials. Also, the product placements are omnipresent.
Does this all sound vaguely, itchingly familiar? It is. It's kind of like Mike Meyers and Michael McCullers sat down over a few beers, watched the first Austin Powers movie and said, "Yeah, these are funny jokes. They really are. What do you bet we can make these jokes funnier?" And they did. That is, the gags are basically the same. But funnier. Mike Meyers in triple rather than double roles, for ex.ple - he's Austin, Dr. Evil, and the baby-eating Scot, Fat Bastard. Or Scott Evil (Dr. Evil's son, played by Seth Green), who's still a brooding Gen-X stereotype, disgusted with his dad's line of work but desperate for his attention... aha! - he now has an unexpected sibling rival. This rival is none other than Mini-Me, who was to have been a Dr. Evil clone, but wound up accidentally miniaturized. Burt Bacharach's back, but lookee there! He's not performing solo, but rather with Elvis Costello. Heather Graham isn't necessarily funnier than Elizabeth Hurley was, but she does gad about in more revealing outfits. That's got to be a good thing.
Thankfully, there's only one scene featuring the sickly pink Mr. Bigglesworth, Dr. Evil's pet. I mean, really, a hairless cat? Gross.
Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me
1 hour 32 minutes
by SFS Staff on Aug 20, 2004