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Tusk

10/13/2018

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D
0.94

An abrasive podcaster undergoes a horrific transformation in isolated Canada.

Directed by Kevin Smith
Starring Justin Long and Michael Parks
Initial Review by Jon Kissel

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Kevin Smith’s an acquired taste and for all intents and purposes, seems to be a charming and introspective guy.  Coming onto the cinematic scene at the same time as other hyper-loquacious indie directors like Richard Linklater and Quentin Tarantino, he spent his first ten years churning out interconnected comedies that were by turns filthy and eloquent.  He also might be a prime example of the truism that a person spends their whole life creating their first thing, and then struggles to replicate it thereafter.  Smith’s debut, Clerks, is great, and everything else has lived in its micro-budget shadow.  This is especially true with Tusk.  The last decade of Smith’s career has found him trying to break away from raunch and into genre with cop buddy comedies and cult shootouts, and Tusk is his largely unsuccessful body horror attempt. 

The backstory of the film is a damning, albeit extra-textual, demonstration of intent.  On one of his podcast episodes, Smith discussed, at length, a want ad offering a free room if the boarder agreed to dress as a walrus, and then did a Twitter poll asking his followers if he should make a movie about this anecdote.  The voters spoke, and now we have Tusk.  Maybe I have too high an opinion of filmmaking, but this makes me uncomfortable.  Is Smith asking the viewer for 101 minutes so he can satisfy a gag and a dare, instead of some artistic intent?  If so, can he do the gag and the art at the same time, or is one poisoned by the other?  To Smith’s credit, I think he tries to make a film with motivated characters and some kind of statement about guilt and injustice that is also about a douche being remade into a walrus.  However, having built himself too narrow a balance beam, he fails in both.

The character of Wallace Bryton (Justin Long) is what damns Tusk to irritation and indifference.  It’s all well and good for a horror film to set up an unlikable protagonist to suffer a painful comeuppance.  If that tactic callously absolves the viewer of their bloodlust, at least there’s a long tradition in horror of exactly that.  Tusk goes too far in creating a person too awful to believably move through the world, turning Bryton into a walking ball of traits that would prevent him from doing what the film says he does.  It’s impossible to believe that anyone would submit to an interview from this guy.  He wears a disdain for everyone on his sleeve to the point where he has anti-charisma, a poisonous trait compounded by the grating and unfunny scenes of his supposedly-successful podcast.  He arrogantly doesn’t calibrate himself to who he’s talking to, and he’s a well-read and knowledgeable person who willfully chooses to speak in the coarsest and basest terms possible.  Again, it’s fine for a horror film to have an unlikable protagonist, but they still have to exist in a recognizable world.  Bryton doesn’t, and he’s a black hole in the center of Tusk.

The protagonist is the film’s implacable stumbling block, and his disagreeable presence puts me on guard for every other annoyance, of which Tusk has many.  There’s a scene in the Sopranos where Christopha is doing an improv scene for his acting class, and his partner, who’s carrying imaginary oranges, puts his hands in his pocket, prompting Christopha to say ‘you’re dropping your fucking oranges.’  Despite this tiny win, ol’ Chrissy is not a good actor, but he’s got a better sense of surrounding than Smith in the scene at the airport customs desk, where Bryton and the agent have a long conversation while I’m busy thinking about the people patiently waiting in line for this hacky back-and-forth to wrap up.  A small thing, but when I’m so put off by Bryton, the small things stand out.  A bigger niggle is the idea that Bryton’s girlfriend Ally (Genesis Rodriguez) is having an affair with Haley Joel Osment’s Teddy.  A woman that looks like that is not trading one greasy nerd for another.  The film’s biggest laugh moment comes during Ally’s to-the-camera tearful monologue when Teddy’s hairy mitt lands on her cheek.  This relationship is a bridge too far in a film about hammering walrus tusks into a jerk’s upper jaw.

Then, there’s gimmick cameos, of which Johnny Depp is the biggest offender.  Even if I was enjoying Tusk up to his entrance, my enjoyment would have abruptly ceased.  The vacillating tone between his discursive stories that are meant to be funny and the squishy eating his character does, as if he doesn’t have enough eccentricities already, are just the tip of the iceberg with him.  Maybe I’m just sensitive to negative portrayals of the French or the French-adjacent.  One wonders how Smith got Depp to appear in this lark/film, and then one notices in the credits that the gas station attendants are played by Depp’s and Smith’s daughters, and that Tusk turns into a spin-off with them starring in the panned Yoga Hosers a few years later.  Jay and Silent Bob, these two are not.  As if Tusk didn’t have enough clouds around its origin, there’s also a nepotism angle to make the experience next to useless.

The saving grace is Michael Parks, who Smith is developing a strong working relationship with.  Parks’ pastor in the underrated Red State is better, but his walrus fetishist is the only thing holding Tusk together.  He’s reasonably credible as a man with a shattered moral compass thanks to the very real and enraging story of the Duplessis Orphans, a pre-Vatican II molestation scandal that puts the lie to the vicious slander that child rapists only emerged when the church took a more lenient stance on admittig gay priests.  Tusk tiptoes up to meaning with Howard Howe’s mania.  He’s a man who suffered mightily from a crime that was never meaningfully prosecuted, and he transferred, at least in his mind, that sin onto Mr. Tusk when he killed and ate him.  In a warped way, he’s trying to punish himself by recreating his greatest transgression and hoping that it goes a differently.  It’s not clear why Bryton succeeds where so many others have failed, but this is a film that insults its viewers for being manipulated with commentary under the credits, so who cares.

I can already hear the coming podcast in which I’m told, like with Free Fire, that I shouldn’t expect meaning in every movie, especially a movie in which Justin Long is sewn into a walrus suit.  I would be more inclined to agree if Smith wasn’t so aggressively aiming for pathos, only to laugh at anyone that it might’ve worked on.  There’s a whiff of the Producers here, or some other kind of story where the creators have utter disdain for their audience, and Smith doesn’t hide from it.  He seems like too open of a guy to do something so false and mercenary, and I wish he would use what talent he still has on something with a shred of legitimacy.  D+


1 Comment
Lane
10/20/2018 06:37:41 pm

I hate Kevin Smith. Maybe hate is a strong word. Dislike. Abhor. His films should be used as kindling for warmth in the post-apocalyptic nuclear winter. He’s done a great job of bragging, for years, about how you don’t need a film school education to make a film, all the while being a poster child for why film school might be a good idea for some people. I’m all for folks who just do things without really knowing what they’re doing. Sometimes, you get something amazing. Sometimes, though, you just get a Kevin Smith film.

“Tusk” falls into the latter category. It’s a Kevin Smith film. It’s stupid and obscene in the worst ways, and I like Judd Apatow, so that should tell you something. The acting is fine throughout. Props to these folks for suffering through something so terrible. It’s what keeps the film from an F for me.

But let me get to the real beef. When I was a teenager, there was a guy in my town named Steve, or something like that. And my best friend, I’ll call him Greg, thought that Steve was the coolest, most awesome person ever. Cooler than me. Steve went to the county high school while Greg and I went to the in-town private school. That’s not important, but I thought I’d add that detail for flavor and as a dig at Steve.

Anyway, Steve was one of those guys who was really into things that he knew was cool, but that the rest of society just didn’t get. He was a hipster before we really categorized people in that way. He wore lots of flannel, and this is Alabama. He liked jam bands and claimed he had smoked pot. But most annoying of all, he liked British and Canadian humor, which my friend Greg thought was so awesome. They would get together on Friday and Saturday nights and watch VHS tapes of Monty Python. They would have inside jokes about Canadian beer and say things to each other like “you betcha.” I admit, I tried to play along. I memorized lines from “The Holy Grail” and tried to get into Terry Gilliam. It was like the Canadians, via the British, had come up with some insanely great humor that we ordinary Americans just couldn’t appreciate.

Well, ladies and gentlemen, I’m here to dispel this insidious narrative once and for all with this review.

Listen Canada, I don’t begrudge you. You are a beautiful nation. Except for Calgary. That place is dark and has no redeeming architecture. Otherwise, very beautiful. But we, in the U.S., make better films than you. Our filmmakers are just better. Also, our comedy is better. Thanks for loaning us Rick Moranis for “Ghostbusters” that one time. I know that there’s this weird self-referential thing that you do. It’s about how Canada is boring and bland and we’re supposed to laugh. It was funny that one time in that one film. But stop doing it. It wasn’t all that funny the first time actually and, damn, it’s really not funny thirty years later.

There’s this thing you do, Canada, in which there’s this little insinuation that if I don’t think your humor is funny…because it’s dry, because it’s ironic, or because it's too dark, or because it’s British, because because because…then maybe I’m just one of those average Americans that’s not smart enough to get it. Well, no. Guess what, Canada. I’m smarter than you. I just am. Let’s compare credentials. And we, as Americans, are funnier. We just are. Nobody ever says to themselves, “If I can just make it in those Alberta comedy clubs, then I’ll be a real star!” Nope, that’s not a thing. I mean, Louis C.K. is kind’ve a bad dude, but that guy is funny and he’s not from Canada. And the funny people who are from Canada, guess where they come? I’ll wait for your answer.

All that to say, “Tusk” is a great film…for Canada. They can have it.

Grade: D

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