Bored Again

Heaven Can Wait, but hell can't, for Down to Earth

Lance Barton, thin as paper and frail as fine china, is such a horrific stand-up that during an amateur-night performance at the Apollo Theater, he is booed with such force--the audience whips up its own whirlwind--he's literally knocked off the stage. Lance's manager insists he's such a failure because he's afraid of being himself: Lance is funny offstage, but slow and awkward in front of the audience; the crowd smells his fear and devours him like a shark chewing chum. Because of that, Lance will never land the gig of a lifetime: a slot on the final amateur-night contest at the Apollo, before it's torn down to make room for a mini-mall. His career's over before it begins.

Problem is, Lance looks very much like Chris Rock, and he even swipes much of Rock's material, found on his 1999 album and HBO special Bigger & Blacker(cf. "Every town's got two malls--the mall white people go to, and the mall white people usedto go to"). This is the first, but not the only, problem with Down to Earth: It asks us to believe that one of the funniest men alive can't coax a single laugh out of an audience amped up to giggle at the slightest joke--though, as it turns out, this isn't much of a dilemma at all. Down to Earth, penned by Rock and a handful of his pals, is such an utter disaster it seems to go out of its way to avoid comedy. It's the very definition of oxymoron: a crowd-pleaser that doesn't.

Down to Earth, directed by American Pie's co-conspirators Chris and Paul Weitz, feels just like what it is: used goods worn so threadbare it barely hangs together at all. It's a copy of a copy, a remake of 1978's Heaven Can Wait, which itself was a redo of 1941's Here Comes Mr. Jordan, which was based on Harry Segall's play; even the "new" version's title has been swiped from the 1947 "sequel" to Mr. Jordan, the turgid Down to Earth, which starred Rita Hayworth. Nothing about this Down to Earthis original, save for its clumsy attempts to inject issues of race into its fairy tale about a dead man (Lance) yanked prematurely from his own body and plopped gracelessly into the corpse of another (a white, Park Avenue fat cat named Charles Wellington). There is no difference in seeing or skipping Down to Earth. Simply put, it could never surprise you.

Heaven on a stick: Eugene Levy, Chris Rock, and Chazz Palminteri wait in line to rent Heaven Can Wait.
Heaven on a stick: Eugene Levy, Chris Rock, and Chazz Palminteri wait in line to rent Heaven Can Wait.

The Weitz brothers and Rock have hacked out a third-generation reproduction, altering names (Heaven Can Wait's Joe Pendleton becomes Lance Barton; Mr. Jordan, heaven's doorman, becomes Mr. King; and so forth) and occupations (where Joe was an athlete, Lance is a comedian) and settings (New York replaces Los Angeles) without modifying the outline. Even then, they've somehow managed to dumb down (and, in one place, sleaze up) the sweet, simple tale. As the woman who loves Lance, even though he's trapped in the body of a tubby, middle-aged white man, Sontee (Regina King, in the Julie Christie role as an activist trying to save a hospital from Wellington's wrecking ball) repeatedly insists "there's something about your eyes." In Heaven Can Wait, Christie merely stared into Beatty's baby blues, suggesting she knew who he really was beneath his borrowed exterior; here, King beats the audience over the head as though it were a misbehaving puppy. We got it, already: She knows this rich white dude she's in love with is really a happening, with-it brother. How? He knows all the words to Snoop Dogg's "Gin and Juice" and DMX's "Ruff Ryders' Anthem."

Rock seems disinterested, as though writing the film so exhausted him he could barely muster the energy to perform in it. He breezes through the stand-up (when he busts out the old material, it's like watching Billy Joel run through "Piano Man" for the millionth time--lifeless) and trips ass-backward as Lance/Wellington. Rock's never been much of an actor (in Dogmaand Nurse Betty, he yells his lines as though he's still trying to reach the back row), but here he's confused playing "sincere" with playing "straight"; every time he opens his mouth off the stand-up's stage, it's as though he's just learned the language.

As Mr. King, who runs heaven as the most exclusive nightclub in the universe ("Look, there's Pac," Lance gushes upon gaining entrance), Chazz Palminteri can't decide whether to play tough or sleazy, so he does neither; he mumbles, like someone who can't quite remember all his lines. Eugene Levy's Mr. Keyes is nothing more than a simpering buffoon who simply believes he was doing Lance a favor by snatching him out of harm's way. Frankie Faison, as Lance's manager Whitney, disappears for such a long stretch you're tempted to think Rock forgot about him altogether. Like passion, he's an afterthought in this movie.

But the worst bit of casting is Greg Germann (of Ally McBeal) and Jennifer Coolidge (Stifler's mom, from American Pie) as the schemers out to off Wellington. They're smarmy and stupid--and inexplicably benign. Maybe that's because Rock felt it necessary to redeem Coolidge's character, who, in Heaven Can Wait, keeps trying to murder her husband. (Down to Earth, in the end, feels like nothing more than a muted version of Heaven Can Wait: Everyone's nicer..and dumber.) Coolidge is just a high-class tramp in an ill-fitting silk nightgown, and after her one attempt to kill Wellington fails--when Lance first takes over his body--she gives up her murderous plan, and when her husband starts breaking out the rap lyrics, she suddenly decides it's her duty to please that booty; she even goes so far as to lure another woman (yech, just barely) into bed, hoping to fulfill her husband's three-way fantasy. Germann, as the right-hand man carrying a knife in his left, has no presence at all.

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