Review: 'The Odd Couple II' a rancid rehash
April 21, 1998
Web posted at: 2:47 p.m. EDT (1847 GMT)
From Reviewer Paul Tatara
(CNN) -- "The Odd Couple II," just like the play and movie
that inspired it, is written by a guy named Neil Simon, but
this Simon (unlike his predecessor) isn't going to have much
of a career ahead of him if he keeps writing simple-minded,
asinine, pandering -- OK, I'll go ahead and say it -- crap.
And that applies to the good parts. This is one big fat dog
of a movie, a tiresome near-nod to the original that contains
exactly zero laughs, although if you consider a long evening
of cringing to be worth your hard-earned money you're in for
a treat.
Someone obviously isn't trying here, and I'd appreciate it if
you'd hold my hat while I cast my vote for Simon. It goes
without saying that the man has earned his standing as one of
the foremost comedy writers of the past 40 or so years, but
"The Odd Couple II" is to "The Odd Couple" as "Star Spangled
Girl" is to "Brighton Beach Memoirs," which is to say that
"The Odd Couple II" stinks. I know I'm not supposed to say
that because of the Pulitzer Prize and everything, but nobody
saying anything is exactly why movies like this end up
getting made. Surely somebody involved in this
project was capable of recognizing that a more appropriate
title would have been "Grumpy Old Planes, Trains, and
Automobiles." Come to think of it, that's probably how it
got financed.
You know the boys. Matthau is Oscar, the
sportswriter/grouch/slob who, in the 30 years since the
original film, has moved to Sarasota, Florida, to while away
his remaining time on Earth covering minor league baseball
games and playing cards with the old coots at the retirement
condo. Oscar is in pretty good, if highly unamusing, spirits
as the movie begins, but that all changes when he gets a
momentous phone call from his son (played very quickly by
Jonathan Silverman). Sonny is getting married, and, in a
twist of fate that nonchalantly ignores the population of
planet Earth, the bride-to-be is the daughter of ... Felix
Unger!
Oh boy. I'm holding my sides already. You just know that
Oscar and Felix meeting in California as they prepare for
their children's wedding is going to be a scream, but wait!
No it isn't. Felix is still doing the same
asthmatic/neatness shtick from the first movie, and that's
expected, but you might also expect ... I don't know ...
maybe ... something else. I mean, something
funny.
No such luck. I don't know what the hell Simon was thinking,
but he obviously decided that two juicy comic actors playing
off of each other and saying amusing things while caught up
in character-generated amusing situations would be a little
too old hat. Instead, why not load the curmudgeons into a
rent-a-car and have them get lost as they drive the five
hours to the wedding. That way they can lay dead-fish
one-liners on each other ad nauseam without having to worry
about a story, and there can be all kinds of "inventive"
physical humor.
Like, for instance, the car rolling over a cliff and
exploding. Or maybe a crop duster could fly down and cover
them with toxic powder as they walk down the road looking for
a ride. Or maybe they could buy new clothes without
realizing that they've purchased glow-in-the-dark underwear.
Or, better yet, Felix could yelp "NYAH-NYAH-NYAH" every time
his sinuses clog up. Just like in the first one, except a
lot more often and 30 years later.
What to say? Most of the jokes resonate like a bowling ball
being dropped in the kitchen -- CLUNK. I've said it before
and I'll say it again; Walter Matthau can do no wrong, as far
as I'm concerned. He can, however, deliver the wrongs that
Simon has written for him, like a part-time retiree from the
grocery store who brings over a bag full of rancid cabbage.
Lemmon is a different story, though. I've often been
irritated by his endlessly pressure-cooked performances, and
Felix is purposefully designed to be irritating. So, there
you go. Still, he doesn't have anything to do except the
wheeze and the continual exasperation, and I was doing that
myself by the end of the movie. If I can just remember to do
it again 30 years from now, voila! I've got a sequel.
There are no sex scenes in "The Odd Couple II," and thank God
for small miracles. There's also a bit of unexpected, and
somehow inappropriate, profanity. They really shouldn't have
done this to Matthau, but look at it this way: every dollar
they give to him is one that Keanu Reeves won't be
able to pocket. PG-13. 90 minutes.