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I’ve analyzed enough, I guess. Zoolander is about male model Derek Zoolander and how he’s facing a young upstart rival in Hansel (Owen Wilson) and how, when his career begins to fade compared to Hansel’s rising star, he’s captured and brainwashed by an evil fashion designer to kill a third world leader who might install child labor laws that would end profitability for all the major clothes designers. Not much there, but you can’t tell me that you’ve seen this story before. The movie itself is mostly good. There are movie references (2001 included), tons of celebrity cameos, and lots of comedic shenanigans that can only happen in an Airplane!-esque setting. I wish I could sound more enthusiastic and all, but I guess I was a little let down by Zoolander. Still, it’s worth seeing once. I guess if I can accomplish anything with this review, I’d like to make you realize you need to not expect There’s Something About Mary when you see Zoolander, and it’s to tell Ben Stiller that hiring his family and doing his own jokes is cool and all, but next time consider hiring someone to just approve a few of those weaker script areas. I’m, uh, available! I still love you for Mary and Flirting with Disaster, Ben! But not in a weird way or anything.
This flick has so much liquid weirdness you could bathe in it. First off, the driving concept behind the movie is that every single major assassination in the last couple of centuries was carried out by a male model, starting with Lincoln, and moving into JFK. (Heck, I bet there's a frustrated underwear model running around right now furious that he botched Reagan!) Now couple that with the fact that these models are just two brain cells from not being able to breathe anymore (three of them have a playful gas fight at a gas station, and end up immolating themselves). You can see the conflict building here, can't you? Now, add a dash of psychotic ex-80's guitar synth player, and you've got some kind of kooky. Hey, I'll even give Zoolander points for completing what I thought was an impossible objective: putting Will Ferrell in a role requiring him to be a really loud, obnoxious bad guy, and MAKING ME LIKE IT! I actually think the Mugatu scenes are pretty damn funny, and at the very least, it's the funniest I've ever seen Ferrell pull off. The scene where he gets all mad at Todd and quickly turns to play-growling and flirting before getting back to business cracks me up something fierce. And this from a guy who normally can't even LOOK at Will Ferrell. Nice. Zoolander is equal parts Austin Powers, There's Something About Mary, and... well, I can't think of what else. Chalk it up to a lack of movies about male models (thank God), but the hook that makes this flick funny really does make it pretty unique. This ain't Shakespeare, folks, but it's fun, has some good gags you can use over and over again (Dan's office is apparently rife with Zoolander quotes), and hey, there's a sex scene with a Finnish dwarf. How often do we see that nowadays? (outside of Kyle's collection, that is...)
You know how that makes ME feel. Well, after a few mandatory "Off with their head!" proclamations, I re-rented this flick and watched it through the eyes of a newborn babe. Refreshing, although it did make me crave formula for some reason. Based off of a couple of VH1 Fashion Awards shorts, Zoolander is the fractured fairy tale of a perfect male model (not the good, "role-model" type; a shallow, "bodily model" type) who is brainwashed by an evil clothing designer to assassinate the leader of Malaysia because of some whoop-to-do over child labor. Starting with his character, the farcical nature spreads to every aspect of this film, shining the harsh light of THY NAME IS VANITY, REPENT! onto the story. Basically, it's a group of naive, gullible, and incredibly shallow men prancing around and acting so effeminate that the whole of San Fransisco has asked it to tone it down, just a smidge. Zoolander (Ben Stiller) and his arch-rival Hanson (Owen Wilson) are the epitome of every person you've seen so into themselves that real life just fails to be as interesting as what's in a mirror. And, hey, it's pretty funny. I like to laugh at people much dumber than I am, because it makes my limited ability to count past 12 and my lack of comprehension of what exactly a "preposition" is all the more easy to deal with. Everyone in Zoolander is as outlandish as could be while still keeping the film located entirely inside our universe. Mugatu (Will Farrell) alone has a hairstyle that would look gauche even if it replaced Carrot Top's wiggage. I had a college professor once aptly sum up my society when he said, "The religion in America is Be Thin and Buy Stuff." We may nod and laugh along to that, but we probably continue to believe it, too. Any movie that takes down vain preening, the stupidity that is every single female fashion magazine, the horrible social pressure that "imperfect" people have to fix their outward appearance, and careless gasoline fights... a movie like this is a bonifide hero in my book. |
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Is It Worth Staying Through End Credits?
After the Twin Towers bombing, shots of the WTC were digitally erased from the film prior to its September 2001 release. The writers put David Bowie's scene in before they were actually sure he would do it. "The Mugatu" is a monster from an episode of the original "Star Trek" (1966) TV series. It looked like a white ape with a single horn on its forehead. Owen Wilson, who plays Hansel, wore a wig for the entire movie. He was filming Behind Enemy Lines at the same time, and had to keep his hair short for the role. Official and Not-So-Official Websites
Girl: When I was in sixth grade, I became bulimic.
Evil Lady: A beautiful, self-absorbed simpleton who can be manipulated and
moulded like Jell-o.
[about Zoolander]
Reporter: Are you worried about Hansel?
Zoolander: Did you guys ever think there was more to life than being really, really, really ridiculously good looking? Zoolander: Now if you'll excuse me, I've got an after-funeral party to attend. Maury: Right now this guy is so hot, he could take a crap, wrap it in tinfoil, put a couple of fishhooks on it and sell it to Queen Elizabeth as earrings!
[in an ad as a mer-man]
Mugatu: Todd, are you not aware that I get farty and bloated with a foamy latte?
Zoolander: You've gotta tame the beast before you let it out of its cage. Zoolander: Thank God I wore underwear today! Mugatu: They're breakdance fighting!
Answering Machine: You have... 1200... messages.
Derek: [coughs weakly] I think I'm getting the Black Lung, pop!
Dad: I thank the Lord she didn't live to see her son as a mermaid!
Mugatu: Obey my dog! Mugatu: I feel like I'm taking crazy pills! Derek Zoolander: There was a moment last night, when she was sandwiched between the two Finnish dwarves and the Maori tribesmen, where I thought, "Wow, I could really spend the rest of my life with this woman". Zoolander: Rufus, Brint, and Meekus were like brothers to me. And when I say brother, I don't mean, like, an actual brother, but I mean it like the way black people use it. Which is more meaningful I think. Zoolander: If there is anything that this horrible tragedy can teach us, it's that a male model's life is a precious, precious commodity. Just because we have chiseled abs and stunning features, it doesn't mean that we too can't not die in a freak gasoline fight accident.
Derek Zoolander: Oh, I thought you were going to tell me what a bad eugoogalizor I am.
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