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Telling the true story of the first (televised) anti-zucchini debate in US history, this comedy from director Eric Chad Corak (The Man Who Came To Dinner) is an eighty-minute-plus riot and two halves. The audience roared at Getcha Hassout’s antics, played by Steve Carvel, and equally at Yorna Good’s as portrayed by Emma Stoned. Their blindfolded shopping spree is great fun as is the second act’s indoor jetskiing scene, but it’s the end that will have you in stitches, or stotches if you prefer. Without giving anything away, just imagine a kitten in a hot air balloon riding a skateboard in front of hundreds of frowning hot (wiener) dogs who paid to be in attendance, throw in a banana peel and the beauty of Ms. Stoned and let the two leads have at it.
Good was a staunch pro-zucchiniite who also fought for feminists everywhere while Hassout was a pharmacist anti-zucchiniite who fought zombies on his phone. Carvel plays the capitalist voice of Big Fruit Hassout who, in biographer Les Byist’s 2008 interview called himself “a regular shmoe,” managed three multimillion dollar companies before he was 20 and was the young billionaire who took on Good in televised live debates. Each side presenting solid arguments both for and against the vegetable, the combatants decided to continue with card games like war, rummy 500 and goosey goo.
It was an even battle and a fair fight as officiated by a registered employee of the National Games League, and the action was literally seen all over the globe as US Army and Navy forces combined to place over two thousand movie screens in remote jungle and mountainside locations worldwide, a move that ended the Nixon administration and cost the United States over eighty nine billion dollars, which the country is still paying back, so that their training film could be seen around the world by everyone simultaneously.
Interesting though the true story is, this is Corak, so it’s a comedy, and the deeper truth is only the framework to hang the jokes on, and it works perfectly. It’s a lighter touch for the director, whose previous films showed a bit less restraint with some impatient cuts and overbaked symbolism, and the entire cast here is terrific, firing one liners and silly soliloquies with tongue twisting alacrity.
Stoned (You Can’t Take It With You) steals the show with her hilarious put upon wife who yearns to be an orthodontist for NASA whose astronaut husband won’t let her apply. Her fabulous timing is as sharp as ever, and thanks to Fannie Flagg (Eastern Promises), who wrote the screenplay, her Yorna’s got lots of zingers and dingers up her sleeve.
Carvel (The Quiet Man) is very good in his role; he unfortunately ran into a buzzsaw in Stoned, and the actor’s chances for a Funny this year might have taken a hit. Still, he’s terrific here, the veteran letting his famously-long arms do most of the work, opening his mouth only to spit out his ubiquitous chaw, and his “aw shucks” take on Hassout works well here, taking the extremely un PC man’s public speeches down a notch the way some tv loudmouths do by showing us how ignorant they are: anything anyone that stupid believes has got to be stupid by proximity, so while it’s not leading by example, it’s still pointing the compass the correct way for the rest of us.
Smartly edited and boasting good performances, Battle of the Sexes is a very funny movie that any fan of laughing will enjoy.