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Observe and Report (0/10)
by Tony Medley
Run time 86 minutes.
Where does integrity fit into creative arts?
Smut sells. So does that mean that smut is OK, so long as it makes
money? If you were the head of a studio and someone came to you with a
movie that was full of profanity, nudity, and had a disgraceful moral
tone, a movie that offended you personally, would you give it the green
light if it looked as if it would make money? Is that your highest
value, making money? Or should you have some obligation to art and
society to publish material that raised the level of society?
I ask this question because for several years I have played
bridge against a lady at the Beverly Hills Bridge Club. She is a lady in
the true sense of the word. She is very proud of her son who happens to
run Warner Bros. studio. I wonder if she would be proud of him if she
saw that he gave the green light to this film. I wonder if he rushed
over to her house with a DVD of this low class, trashy film and said,
“Hey, Mom, come here and sit down. I want to show you my new movie?”
This movie is an obscenity. It is obscene
using any standard. It has full frontal male nudity (an old fat
flasher), but that’s the least of it. It appeals to the lowest standards
of language and morality. Since the star is Seth Rogen, it should come
as no surprise that it is loaded with F bombs. Rogen has never been in a
film I’ve seen that had him speaking in any scene without uttering a
plethora of F bombs. This man is apparently incapable of speaking
without using the word. He uses F bombs prolifically and obviously the
purpose of his usage is to substitute for humor, the sense of which he
clearly lacks. If there is no F bomb in anything he says, there is no
reaction from the audience. It is only when he populates his sentences
with “F” that he gets a reaction from the audience
This movie insults its audience. I’ve seen
disgusting, horrible films in my time, but this is the worst. It
disgraces everyone associated with it, especially the studio that made
it and distributed it, Warner Bros. This film is in such astonishingly
poor taste that it labels the taste of the people involved as pathetic
purveyors of pornography. If Supreme Court Justice Potter Stewart (who,
when ruling on pornography, said, “I shall not today attempt further to
define the kinds of material I understand to be embraced . . . [b]ut I
know it when I see it”) saw this, he’d know what he was seeing without
need for a second's evaluation.
The flimsy plot is that Ronnie Barnhardt
(Rogen), who suffers from bipolar disease, is chief cop at a mall and
he’s trying to catch a flasher. His antagonist in trying to catch the
flasher is a real cop, Detective Harrison (Ray Liotta). What’s
surprising about this film is that Liotta usually drops lots of F bombs.
He doesn’t do it much in this film, maybe because Rogen uses all that
were available. Anna Faris is the cheap tart, Brandi, to whom Ronnie is
attracted and Collette Wolfe plays Nell, a truly ridiculous character,
beautiful, sweet, and soft-spoken. Writer-director Jody Hill manipulates
the audience’s sympathy about her because he has her apparently disabled
and unable to walk. Turns out she just had a temporary bad leg. She
seems a normal person, but Hill has her with a crush on Ronnie. Nobody
in his or her right mind could have any kind of affection for Ronnie,
who acts like an unappealing vulgarian. Her attraction to him is totally
Just as an example of the degradation to which
this exposes its unsuspecting audience, Brandi gets horribly drunk and
vomits. Ronnie promptly kisses her. That’s not funny; it’s
I had anticipated that “Paul Blair Mall Cop” was going to be
dreary, but it turned out to be surprisingly entertaining. I anticipated
that this was going to be terrible, but it is worse than terrible. There
is not one second of entertainment in it. There is not one character of
even the remotest interest.
The ending is shocking, trivializing violence
to a degree rarely seen in a movie. The filmmakers manipulate the ending
into trying to make the audience believe that Ronnie, who has acted as
an imbecile throughout, is some sort of hero. I saw it at a regular
showing, so I tarried after and asked a few people if they had ever seen
a worse movie. None had.
This is the kind of
movie that could have never been made during the years of the code. The
code has been decried by left-wingers, but when there was no nudity in
films, when there was no graphic sex, when there was no graphic
violence, when there was no profanity, movies were much better. Who can
deny that many more entertaining, memorable movies were made in
the 34 years of the code between 1934 and 1968 than have been made
the 41 years since?
There is one word that captures the essence of
this movie and everyone involved in its making and distribution: