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Mighty Mediocre

Wind bags a few charming laughs, but mostly meanders

Just to admit this up front, my ideal concept of musical comedy involves Bryan Adams and Dave Matthews garroting each other onstage with their own damnable guitar strings. Nonetheless, even viewers with a more centrist appreciation of the genre may feel disappointed by this friendly new folk music curiosity called A Mighty Wind. God love Christopher Guest for being unrelenting ly screwy, but this time the director of Waiting for Guffman and Best in Show seems peculiarly tone-deaf in conducting his chorus of yuks.

Very much like David Byrne circa True Stories or the Coen brothers most of the time, Guest loves combing the unruly locks of wigged-out Americana in search of sweetly beguiling freaks. Here, with his trademark combination of detached affection and smug condescension, he employs the device of a reunion concert to corral his folksy loonies center stage. His cozily familiar ensemble cast engenders the same feelings you may experience at an obligatory family reunion: You're required to love these people, but you don't have to laugh at their jokes.

Delivered in the pseudo-documentary style Guest learned from Rob Reiner via This Is Spinal Tap, Wind introduces us to obsessive-compulsive nebbish Jonathan Steinbloom (Bob Balaban), who's desperate to honor his recently deceased folk mogul father with a one-off tribute show featuring his former best and brightest. Rounded up from obscurity or retirement are the Folksmen (Guest, Harry Shearer and Michael McKean, reassembled as their other pet project), the New Main Street Singers (a cheesy young "neuftet" featuring a shamefully squandered Paul Dooley as the sole original member) and Mitch & Mickey (Eugene Levy and Catherine O'Hara), a heartfelt Sonny & Cher parody minus the parody.

Levy and O'Hara play a heartfelt Sonny & Cher parody, 
minus the parody.
Suzanne Tenner/Warner Bros
Levy and O'Hara play a heartfelt Sonny & Cher parody, minus the parody.

The acts rehearse and prepare themselves emotionally for their brief stint at New York's Town Hall, and iffy improvisation and erratic intercutting ensue. The filmmakers claim to have whittled down somewhere between 50 and 80 hours of raw footage, but the project still feels mostly like a drastically extended outtakes reel -- which could explain the absence of one at the end. It's ridiculous how much time is spent not laughing; I haven't not laughed this hard since John Cleese turned Clockwise.

Obviously there's some safety in numbers. With all this talent, even bewildered youngsters whose appreciation of folk music spans all the way back to Jewel will find piecemeal amusement. Seasoned fans of '50s and '60s folk styles may find a bit more to enjoy, particularly since the faux "archives" of these musicians -- the televised performances, the silly album covers -- have been produced with the same loving care for period design seen in Spinal Tap. As a hideously bearded Shearer reminisces in one of the movie's dozen or so funny lines, "To do then now would be retro; to do then then was very nowtro."

Even though Guest and Levy claim writing credit, improvisation ruled the shoot. Sometimes this inspires confusion, but occasionally it brings delight. Consider Laurie and Terry Bohner (Jane Lynch and John Michael Higgins), an "up-with-people" Florida couple whose dedication to saccharine folk singing is matched only by their bizarre religious fervor. Somehow, her "acting" background (starring in "short films for mature audiences") and his childhood abuse ("mostly musical in nature") led them to their zealous worship of color. This concept isn't very well developed (almost nothing here is), but faith in Guest's sketchy process is temporarily revived when Higgins deadpans, "humankind is simply materialized color operating on the 49th vibration." Another laugh! In a comedy! Fancy that!

There are also a few cute moments with Ed Begley Jr. as a wistful broadcast executive and Fred Willard as a manic manager. Special kudos go to Larry Miller and Jennifer Coolidge as oblivious yet manipulative PR reps -- the closest the movie comes to actual satire.

As a director, Guest was at his best with his first feature, The Big Picture (1989). That movie somehow balanced heart and whimsy, but these streams have diverged significantly since then. Guest's ambitious attempt to rewed them in A Mighty Wind foments a woeful wave of self-cancellation: His comic invention ends up hamstrung by his virulent sentimentality and look-at-me preciousness. The songs are actually quite good -- if also hideously embarrassing -- but these comedians take their roles far too seriously, to their peril and our puzzlement.

 
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