After almost a quarter of a century making parody after parody, Brooks attempted something truly revolutionary; an original idea.
Immediately, Brooks realizes that being homeless is a daily struggle, one which he is not capable of confronting. He loses his hairpiece and mustache, his suit is torn, and he spends the first night sleeping amongst the rats. Out of desperation, he befriends a colorful cast of kind, well-meaning bums with Dickensian names like Sailor, played with innocent charm by Howard Morris and his watchful protector, Fumes, played by Theodore Wilson. They christen him "Pepto" after the Pepto-Bismol box in which Bolt spends his first night.
There comes a point in every filmmaker's life where they attempt a Frank Capra story. Frank Darabont had 'The Majestic' and Steven Spielberg had 'The Terminal.' One thing that all these stories have in common is a lack of any anger or sarcasm and most importantly, open sincerity and sentimentality. Brooks is walking down a familiar trail here but for the most part, he rarely stumbles.
Easily my favorite part of the movie is the perpetually pouty Jeffrey Tambor as Vance Crasswell, Bolt's sincerely insincere competitor who walks into every room like he's interrupting something important and isn't sure if he should leave or not.
One of the issues this movie faces is that its stylistically inconsistent. We start off with a strong, visually amusing beginning that reminds me of 'The Hudsucker Proxy' by the Coen Brothers. However, that heightened atmosphere is abandoned once Bolt winds up on the streets. The problem is that, while the slums are a fantasy of what homeless life is like, its only a slight fantasy. As a result, the two worlds, and Goddard Bolt's entire character arc don't gel. The whole last act needs to be rewritten too. It feels like Brooks didn't know how to resolve the story and since he has followed convention at every turn up to this point, he went with the most obvious choices for a finale. He pursues a go-big-or-go-home ending when the story felt so much more intimate than that. This leads to a climax that is clumsy, contrived, and ineffective.
Life Stinks is constantly referred to as one of Brooks' weakest films. I honestly don't know why. I've seen Brooks' worst and we'll get to that momentarily. The transition from the first act to the inciting incident is jarring and the last act needs to change completely but the middle hits a consistent stride that Brooks has never had the courage to try before. Its not a great film but it is by no means a bad one. I assume one of the reason Brooks fans don't like this movie is the same reason I think that its so interesting. Its original.
Sadly, the film was a both a critical and financial flop and so, Brooks returned to his comfort zone, but one can't help but wonder, if this story were a little tighter, the writing a little sharper, and the reviews a little more positive, what might have been.
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