For once, I'd love somebody to construct a body-swap movie where the characters realize the tropes and clichés of the body-swap pictures, a parody of the genre. It'd be nice if the characters instantly accepted their situation and knew that they would each have to learn some… More
For once, I'd love somebody to construct a body-swap movie where the characters realize the tropes and clichés of the body-swap pictures, a parody of the genre. It'd be nice if the characters instantly accepted their situation and knew that they would each have to learn some form of a life-lesson before changing back, and they tried to falsely engineer these saccharine life-lessons. Then it would be fun if they rented all the body-swap movies to write down notes and pointers on how best to deal with their unusual situation. Then, and here's the best part, both body-swap participants realize that they prefer their new situations. They reject turning back and simply enjoy the whims that come with their new existential home. They reject learning life-lessons and simply make the best of things. For a brief second, I thought The Change-Up might be that very movie but no such luck.
Dave (Jason Bateman) is a business-obsessed lawyer working his way to make partner in his firm. His wife, Jamie (Leslie Mann), and his three children, including twin babies, are neglected at home. Mitch (Ryan Reynolds) is a struggling actor/womanizer who inexplicably is best friends with Dave. After a night at a bar, the fellas relieve themselves in a public fountain. The fountain lady statue obviously has taken offense and thus curses the both of them. The next morning, each awakes to discover they are in different bodies. The business guy has to act like a jerk! The jerk has to act like a business guy! And then there's the matter of Jamie, who Dave/Mitch has strictly forbidden Mitch/Dave from sleeping with. Complicating matters further, the fountain has been moved by the Atlanta parks department and lost in bureaucratic limbo.
I knew I was in trouble by the first minute of the gross unfunny Change-Up. Not only do we suffer a poop joke so early, we have to witness a baby firing a stream of fecal matter into Dave's open mouth. That's just a taste of the unpleasantness that follows. The movie plays like an exaggerated, sophomoric cartoon written by children. It seems to exist in the same broad universe of 2009's abominable rom/com The Ugly Truth. What I wrote for that movie could easily apply to The Change-Up: "It's questionable whether the comedy even reaches juvenile levels. It's tasteless and piggish, but the weird part is that it comes across as knowledgeable on the subject of sex as a ten-year-old kid who just discovered his dad's secret stash of Playboys. It talks about the right stuff but does so in a clueless manner. It's like an exaggerated randy cartoon that chiefly plays to a male fantasy." I'm not opposed to raunchy sex comedies. However, I am opposed to sex comedies that can't figure out how to be funny without relying on easy gags. There's a difference between gross-out humor and simply being gross, though I don't believe this film knows what that difference is. So we're treated to an over-the-hill porn star, some anal defilement, a voraciously sexual nine-months pregnant lady, even more poop jokes, and 90 minutes of penis discussion. There's one actually interesting section where the guys debate the moral ambiguity of body-swap sex. Is it really cheating if Dave/Mitch is in somebody else's body? What is Mitch/Dave to do if his wife wants to have relations? Sadly, this lone moment of interest is crushed to death by more penis jokes and then forgotten. Reynolds (Green Lantern) and Bateman (Horrible Bosses) try to stay above the fray, fighting the good fight, but even they succumb to the unfunny script and disjointed direction.
After being a distasteful cartoon for so long, the film wants to be dramatic. It wants to be emotional. Tough break, Change-Up, because you cannot have it both ways. The dramatic parts ring resoundingly false, a last-ditch attempt to class up what is a deeply unclassy picture. The tonal shifts are jarring and land with crashing thuds. It's mostly because these characters are deeply unlikely, particularly the Mitch persona. He's not just some brash, rude individual who sidesteps social mores, no this guy is downright sociopathtic. He's egotistical, mean-spirited, and constantly boorish to every person in Dave's life. He's cruel to the daughter, he tells Dave's wife that she's not attractive, and then there's the babies whom he treats like a couple of rag dolls to toss around. At one point, Mitch/Dave is on the phone and the kids are left to get in trouble with the kitchen. We're not talking about getting messy with food, we're talking sticking their tiny hands in a spinning blender, throwing knives, and licking electrical outlets (it's like the Roger Rabbit cartoon that opened that flick). Instead of getting off the phone immediately, he continues talking and casually tends to the troubled tots per potential disaster. He teaches Dave's daughter "violence is always the answer." Mitch is an unrepentant jerk, and even when Bateman plays Mitch he's still irredeemable. Am I supposed to feel sorry for this obnoxious guy just because his dad thinks low of him? I think low of him. I detest him. Therefore, when Mitch/Dave is having his Big Emotional Catharsis, it seems facile and hollow. We can generally find a point of likeability for uncouth characters, but not Mitch. As presented, this character has no introspection and few redeeming qualities, so why do I want to spend nearly two hours with this person? You'd think Dave would be the "nice guy" alternative, but he's smarmy and neglectful too. Besides the "family man/pussy" and "playboy/prick" designations, the characters aren't different enough to warrant a change of scenery.
The Change-up has the single most bizarre moment of any film this calendar year, and it has nothing to do with the metaphysical mechanics of body swapping. Wilde (Cowboys & Aliens, TRON: Legacy) at one point gets rather frisky and takes off her clothes, the last piece her brassier. Mitch's hands cover her breasts for most of their onscreen freedom except for a handful of side angle shots where Wilde's breasts are out and ready to greet the audience. Except those are and are not Wilde's breasts. The in-demand actress was topless but had pasties to cover her nipples, which has always befuddled me why this is more acceptable ("I'll let everyone see 95% of my breasts but if it comes to nipple that's too far."). The pasties were then digitally removed in post-production and replaced with CGI nipples. Let me repeat that for the slower amongst you - CGI nipples! It was some guy's job to spend weeks painting nipples onto Olivia Wilde's breasts. That's the greatest assignment for an animator ever since a breast fondled itself in 2000's Hollow Man. But why was any of this necessary? Wilde's done nudity before in 2007's Alpha Dog (go head and Google it, horndogs). Granted the actress has a much higher profile now but why must we go through this dastardly trickery? Jessica Alba started this "digital nudity" trend by in Machete, but how far does this madness go? To make matters even worse, Mann (Funny People) has hinted that her own nudity in The Change-Up was also digitally altered, giving her a larger set of breasts (where is the media's feminist outrage when it's needed?). My libido doesn't know what to trust anymore. When I see nudity, can I trust that it's real, or was it doctored by some computer technicians who are laughing at me the whole time? What is happening to this world when it makes me distrust the very sight of breasts, normally a point of internal celebration now a confusing mystery again?!
The Change-Up is a mean-spirited, objectionable, classless, clueless comedy that's tonally all over the place. The characters are unlikable, the comic setups are cartoonishly drawn, and the dramatic shifts are flatly false. What's even worse is that the movie just seems downright hostile toward women. Just because it has a scene where Mann gets to vent the frustrations of the put-upon wife/mom doesn't mean women are given a fair shake. I'd be more forgiving if the vulgar comedy was ever funny. The Change-Up erroneously believes that having characters say dirty words or inappropriate remarks is the same as comedy. It can be a component of comedy but rarely does it work as a whole substitute. The jokes fall flat, the drama feels forced, and the characters range from nitwits to jerks to deviants and back to jerks once more for good measure. Why would anyone subject themselves to nearly two hours with these people? I just felt bad watching this movie. The Change-Up makes humanity look like a species that deserves an extended time-out.
Nate's Grade: D
