Monday, April 19, 2010

Date Night


Take the premise from one of Alfred Hitchcock's best flicks, pop in two of America's best comedians, add sprinkles of Marky Mark with no shirt and you've got Date Night.
Directed by Shawn Levy (Night At The Museum I & II) with a screenplay by Josh Klausner (Shrek Forever After), Date Night takes us along on a journey with an average New Jersey couple who just want to add a little bit of spice on their life. Is that too much to ask?
Pfft.
This is Hollywood.
Of course it is.
Phil and Claire Foster (Steve Carell and Tina Fey) live in the burbs with two kids and a babysitter that looks a lot like that chick from Gossip Girl. Wait, it is that chick from Gossip Girl (Leighton Meester). At a weekly (and very funny) book club gathering Phil and Claire learn that their good friends, and supposedly happily married couple, Brad and Haley Sullivan (Mark Ruffalo and Kristen Wiig) are about to split up. The Fosters take stock of their relationship and on one of their regular 'Date Nights' Phil decides to take Claire out to dinner in the city instead of their regular local haunt.
'Claw' is a new, hip seafood restaurant that has reservations booked a month in advance. When the Fosters can't get in, they take someone else's reservation, the Tripplehorn's. Much like North By Northwest, the Fosters get themselves mixed up in a case of mistaken identity that has them fleeing for their lives. Sadly, no crop dusters or scaling Mount Rushmore are included.
Claire takes Phil to meet Holbrooke (Mark Wahlberg - Funky Bunch); a security guy who bought one of her properties. Incapable of wearing a shirt, Holbrooke is handy in other departments, like tracking down the real Tripplehorns. They are 'Taste' (James Franco - my dreams) and Whippit (Mila Kunis - The Book Of Eli), 'Tripplehorn' is their alias. Turns out they've got a flash drive (or a computer sticky thing) that has photos of someone very high up the food chain. The bad guys, headed up by Joe Miletto (Ray Liotta - Goodfellas), think the Fosters have said drive.
Date Night is a fun flick; there are some great moments between Carell and Fey, and an interesting car case involving a very swanky Audi and a cab...
The movie is not too long, a brisk 88 minutes, which is always nice; some movies just don't know when to stop. I thought it would be a wee bit formulaic, which it was in parts, but overall it was an enjoyable experience.
There's a few outtakes during the credits that will have you laughing some more.
Things I learnt; never take anyone else's dinner reservation under any circumstances; Marky Mark can model underwear for me any day; dancing The Robot might one day save your life.
Seven out of ten.

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