Love springs a leak

Anyone but Fools will skip this disastrous date at all costs

You'd think that after more than a decade in this business, I'd have learned one simple, sanity-preserving rule: January and February are excellent times for a movie critic to take a vacation. Not because the airfares are low or the weather sucks, but because what a critic must endure professionally at the beginning of the year is so grim. It is almost impossible to maintain any semblance of optimism about Hollywood--or even the human race in general--on a diet of the condemned swill that distributors unleash into unsuspecting multiplexes in the dead months after the Christmas-to-New Year's orgy of "quality" releases.

I realize I'm mixing metaphors--Sated by Orgy, Innocent Theaters Threatened by Torrent of Unshackled Swill! I mean, exactly how would you shackle swill? It would just dribble out of its bonds. But the finely tuned bioelectrical machine nestled between my ears has been shorted out by the oozing of Fools Rush In. It had already suffered some static damage from Dante's Peak, but that was a mere dry run for the pure, well, crap bubbling up this week that includes Fools and Dangerous Ground.

Fools Rush In was apparently intended to be a romantic comedy; unfortunately, it is only slightly romantic and utterly uncomedic. Matthew Perry (a star of TV's Friends, whose cast members keep turning up on the big screen) plays Alex Whitman, a thoroughly stiff Manhattan yuppie who works for a company that apparently designs, builds, and opens up clubs. Sent to Las Vegas for a few months, Alex has a one-night stand with beautiful Chicana Isabel Fuentes (Salma Hayek), who disappears the next morning without leaving so much as a scrawled phone number.

Three months later, she shows up to inform Alex (with no great expectations) that she is pregnant with his child. After an evening of backs and forths, the two decide impetuously to get married, even though their total time together is approaching maybe 12 hours.

Then they start to get to know each other.
The rest of the film's nearly 110-minute running time has them getting along, not getting along, lying to each other, breaking up, getting back together, and generally doing the same things people do in good romantic comedies. The difference is the good ones are funny--and romantic. And while the genre is so massive it's hard to come up with really fresh stuff, Fools Rush In seems to revel in its sheer derivativeness.

Normally, I just shrug off this kind of misfire as inoffensively lame. But Fools Rush In actually managed to piss me off. By the end, I was fantasizing about running over director Andy Tennant (whose previous film "credit" was that thing with the Olsen twins), then backing over him just to make sure. So I'd damage my suspension--so what? Sometimes a critic's got to do what's right.

Tennant's work here, matched only by the dull screenplay, ranges from the merely hackneyed to the irritatingly inept. The very first scene--Alex getting into an elevator on his way to an office party--is woodenly directed; the dialogue at the party has "clunky exposition" written all over it. A few scenes later, there's a joke about Alex sitting on a hot car seat in the Vegas sun; it's timed and set up so badly it took me a few moments to decide that, yes, the joke was about the seat being hot.

After the beginnings of a pickup, Tennant dissolves to Alex and Isabel in bed together, discreetly omitting the rest of the prelims. But because he dissolves at a moment when Alex's line appears to be failing and because the scene is so dimly lit, I found myself frantically scrawling in my notebook, "Is that him she's in bed with? Is it someone else? Who is that?"

Later we are treated to such inventive, original jokes as Alex popping a champagne cork at groin level when Isabel emerges from the bedroom in a sexy outfit. Now, there's a knee-slapper! Other big surprises include Alex about to tell Isabel they should break up--then going all gooshy when he sees the ultrasound picture of their child-to-be.

It's impossible to judge the performers, given the tripe they had to work with. Hayek is, as usual, incredibly sexy; since Perry looks like a dead-on cross between David Lynch and Kyle MacLachlan, I kept expecting something weird to emerge from his persona. No such luck. This really should have gone straight to video--or, better yet, to the nearest landfill.

Fools Rush In.
Matthew Perry, Salma Hayek, Jon Tenney, John Bennett Perry, Jill Clayburgh. Written by Katherine Reback; story by Reback and Joan Taylor. Directed by Andy Tennant. Opens Friday.

 
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