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Kevin Hart: What Now?
by Tony Medley
Runtime 96 minutes.
Not for children.
This starts with a
spoof of James Bond films that is agonizingly awful, even though (or
maybe because of) cameos by Hallie Berry and Don Cheadle. But what comes
next is worse.
What comes next is
Kevin Hartís appearance before 50,000 people in a Philadelphia football
stadium to perform his standup show. Iíve seen other films that other
black standups like Richard Pryor and Eddie Murphy made out of their
shows (like Richard Pryor: Live on the Sunset Strip, 1982 and
Raw, 1987, respectively). This is like those in that Hart uses all
the words that seem to be de rigueur for black standups, F-bombs,
MF-er, B (rhymes with witch) referring to women, the N word, the S word
(for excrement), the A word (another word for donkey, but referring to a
part of your anatomy), etc. The difference between Murphy and Richie and
Kevin, however, is that the former two are achingly funny in spite of
their bad language, and Kevin didn't bring even one smile. His bad
language just made it worse.
Itís telling that standups like Don
Rickles and Rodney Dangerfield and Jerry Seinfeld and Mort Sahl and a
host of others didnít need to use bad language to be funny. Maybe the
difference is that they were, in fact, funny and Hart, in fact, isnít.
Bad language is little more than a crutch, a shock value to make people
laugh because they feel uncomfortable.
The movie was so bad
that the guy sitting next to me who walked and talked like a laugh
shill, started out with belly laughs, but gave up after about a half
hour. The rest of the audience was lukewarm throughout. Me? I was dying.
Without treating myself to a whole box of milk duds, Iím not sure I
would have survived.
There is some good
acting in the film, though. There are shots throughout of the
Philadelphia audience reacting to Kevinís stories with hilarity. Being a
skeptic, I wondered if these shots were cut out of an old Pryor or
Murphy concert. If not, these people should all be up for Oscarsģ. Itís
hard enough to cry on cue and be convincing; laughing on cue is just as
hard (just ask Julia Roberts, whose annoying fake laughs can drive one
out of the theater screaming).
I have to hand it to
Kevin, though. It takes a lot of Chutzpah to get up there for an hour
and a half and tell stories loaded with vulgarities that have not a hint
of humor or even make sense.
What sort of stories
were they, you might ask, assuming you have any interest in reading
further? One is about how a man should act and react when heís dating a
woman who does not have a shoulder. That discussion took more than 10
minutes. Then he logically proceeded to his next topic and talked about
how a man should act and react if he were on a boat alone with a woman
who fell into the ocean and came out of it without an arm and a leg.
That took up another 10 minutes. Et Cetera. Lemme outa here!