Review: Funny Man
Benny Young wins a game of cards against Christopher
Lee and the stakes included the keys to the latter’s ancestral home.
Unfortunately the home is inhabited by an evil harlequin demon (Tim James) who
has some bloody tricks in store for Young, his family, and the random
hitchhikers who are also invited here for some reason.
This 1994 comic horror/fantasy oddity from
writer-director Simon Sprackling (who mostly seems to direct documentary shorts
about horror films and actors) has a bit of a cult following. I’m not a member
of the cult. A bizarre, deathly dull British variant of “Leprechaun”,
it’s not funny, it’s not scary, and the performances are absolutely pitiful.
Sure, Christopher Lee is classy enough as usual, but his bit role is
uninteresting and a waste of his talents and presence. Also, why is one
character seemingly cosplaying as Velma from “Scooby Doo”? The
character’s name is Thelma Fudd, if there’s a reason for any of this I wasn’t
seeing it.
The idea of a harlequin or jester brought to life as a
demonic killer isn’t an inherently bad one and the makeup is tops, but the
execution of the entire thing is insufferable. Sprackling seems to have a music
video style but absolutely no idea how to pace a scene. Scenes just drone on in
search of a punchline that even when delivered, never really lands. The film
has been horribly edited, directed, written, and acted. In particular lead
actor Tim James has zero presence, zero menace, and isn’t remotely funny. He’s
just some bloke the director ran into at the pub and slapped makeup on it seems
like, with no thought to whether it suits the character. And yet he’s also a
co-producer of the film, not just some rando off the street. At least Robert
Englund (“A Nightmare on Elm Street”) and Warwick
Davis (“Leprechaun”) gave committed, fully
realised performances that matched their film characters and makeup. James just
mutters away in a thick accent and indistinct enunciation to the amusement of
seemingly only himself. Apparently a lot of his dialogue was improvised. I fully
believe it. I also have to call out the music and sound in this film. The music
score by Parsons/Haines (“Split Second”) is absolutely aggravating, full
of overly loud musical stings. It’s an unbearably noisy film.
Irritating, stupid, and weird film with a cultish
appeal that I for one cannot understand. Made by people with zero conception of
comedic timing or with an aptitude for the horrific. I’ve seen more competent
and professional movies from Troma and Uwe Boll, for crying out loud. The first
15 minutes and last half of the film are a trainwreck from an editing and
coherence point of view. Awful film.
Rating: D-
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