Analyze
That
Directed by: Harold Ramis
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Four years have passed since Dr. Ben Sobel (Billy Crystal)
put mob boss Paul Vitti (Robert DeNiro) on his couch in Analyze
This. The gangster is about to go before the parole board for the
first time and the shrink is coping with the death of his father and
all the unresolved issues that will now forever be interred below.
However, something more important has occured in the interim
- The Sopranos. What seemed so fresh and hilarious just a short
time ago has now become overly familiar after three seasons of goombahs,
guns and crimespeak.
However, that’s not the only problem with Analyze That,
the aptly titled sequel. The film’s reliance on schtick over
story is cloying and all the fond memories of the interplay between
the leads not only evaporates but seriously puts into question whether
the chemistry was there in the first place.
One doesn’t have to belabor how difficult it is to create a
comedy teaming on screen. The inspired initial pairings of Pryor and
Wilder, Falk and Arkin and Nolte and Murphy proved all too true the
accuracy of the old saw about lightning striking but once.
In this sophomore stretch the comedy has difficulty peeking
out of the film’s serious underpinnings and craven efforts to elicit
something poignant out of the mayhem. Someone on the outside has put
out a contract on Vitti and after a couple of muffed attempts the con
realizes he has to take drastic measures if he hopes to make it to Act
II. So, he feigns madness and Sobel called in to verify that he’s not
faking.
While the setup allows for some amusing skit comedy, what follows
is hard to fathom let alone swallow. Lapses in logic - which include
the Sobel’s having a teenage son after just four years of marriage -
are the least of it.
The FBI releases Vitti under Sobel’s supervision and once out
we discover there’s a gang war going on in the five boroughs. The authorities
believe that following Vitti’s crooked path will lead to arrests against
the rival mob bosses.
It’s a standard crime tale and not particularly humorous. The
script tries hard to throw the narrative off track with, again, what
amounts to comedy sketches such as a series of failed straight jobs
for Vitti (he’s finally hired as a technical consultant on a television
crime series starring an uncredited but excellent performance from Anthony
LaPaglia) and Sobel going into blather after mixing drugs and alcohol.
And, befitting the dynamic of doctor and patient, each will discover
some painful moment from their past that will serve as a key to the
future. In the words of Jackie Mason, “oy vey!”
A Warner Bros. release of a Baltimore/Spring Creek Pictures,
Face/Tribeca production. Produced by Paula Weinstein, Jane Rosenthal.
Director, Harold Ramis. Screenplay, Peter Steinfeld, Ramis, Peter Tolan,
based on characters created by Tolan, Kenneth Lonergan. Camera, Ellen
Kuris. Editor, Andrew Mondshein. Music, David Holmes. Production design,
Wynn Thomas. Costumes, Aude Bronson-Howard.
Robert De Niro (Paul Vitti), Billy Crystal (Dr. Ben Sobel),
Lisa Kudrow (Laura Sobel), Joe Viterelli (Jelly), Reg Rogers (Raoul
Berman), Cathy Moriarty-Gentile (Patti LoPresto), Anthony LaPaglia (Anthony
Bella).
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