0 out of 1 people found the following comment useful :- Electile Dysfunction, 3 March 2006
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dunmore_ego from Los Angeles, California
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Rooted solidly in the "We Can Dream, Can't We?" mold, the Ivan
Reitman-directed *Dave* follows the adventures of a stand-in for the
American President who tries to rectify the administration's
shortcomings while "in office" - a grander fantasy than any cobbling
from J.R.R. Tolkein.
Despite the irony in trying to retain democracy's visage by inserting a
man into the Presidential post without an election, writer Gary Ross
has crafted a pleasant enough diversion, *Dave*'s excellent
performances redeeming any conceptual constitutional glitches.
Kevin Kline is such a marvel in both roles as the real American
President, Bill Mitchell and as his temp agency doppelganger, affable
Dave Kovic that never for a moment do we doubt that he is, in fact,
two different people, even when both his personas (who look exactly
alike, but give off wildly disparate auras of authority and
sheepishness respectively) are sharing the screen.
When Bill Mitchell suffers a stroke and goes into a coma (during a
sexcapade with one of his secretaries), in order to keep the nation's
peace of mind, oily Chief Of Staff, Bob Alexander (Frank Langella) and
his rationalizing apprentice, Alan Reed (Kevin Dunn), secretly hustle
lookalike Dave into the President's chair, crash-coaching him on public
appearance and board meeting protocol. Alexander's agenda is to puppet
Dave into handing over the Presidency to him, but conscientious Dave,
oblivious to Alexander's machinations, sees an opportunity to "do some
good" whilst ensconced in faux public office and (with the help of
morose Charles Grodin tautologous, I know) actually forges a more
sturdy economic stance for America.
Sigourney Weaver, as Mitchell's estranged wife, is thrown in to add
unnecessary romantic subplot to an already-implausible story. (The day
any First Lady divorces her President keeping in mind that she not
only divorces him, she divorces the life of unbridled enablement that
comes with laying down with the Leader of the Free World - and shacks
up with a temp agency lookalike who can offer her a ten-year-old Lexus
as her primary mode of transport, you might as well jump on that
schoolgirl you've had your eye on, for the Gates Of Hell are surely
about to open and swallow humanity.)
Though the politics of President Mitchell and Dave Kovic are never
mentioned outright, Mitchell was painted as a Republican, whilst Dave
was noticeably fashioned after beloved Democrat Clinton. And in
hindsight, this proved to be the funniest thing about Mitchell's's
philandering, as it presaged Clinton's Monica-gate by a couple of
years.
The fact that the American populace can take the profligacy of the
American Presidency for granted says something not about our vaunted
"freedom," but about our tolerance for mendacity. This society itself
has set up nonsensical "rules" regarding marriage and fidelity, yet
when demonstrated that those rules matter not, and that we can easily
tolerate their infraction even joke about it what was the point of
the rules (and their attendant penalties) in the first place? When an
American President can perjure himself whilst simultaneously making us
doubt exactly what "having sex" means, we have to ask ourselves, "Are
we actually all virgins, then?"
A scenario like Bill Mitchell setting up a lookalike to press flesh so
that he can be elsewhere spanking flesh needs no rationalization or
justification, we are so inured to governmental duplicity of this sort.
Though no textbooks would own up to it, we KNOW that the President
obviously has a harem on call, and though the lookalike ploy may be a
stretch in the Real World, we can be sure that a goodly percentage of
his "business meetings" are spent releasing his pent-up, world-broiling
stress into some tart vessel bent over backwards for her country.
Still, if this movie had been made before the Kennedy administration,
someone would have been shot.
In not promoting partisanship, the movie tries to illustrate what any
politician can do if he were to unselfishly actually serve his country
instead of himself. Refrain: "We Can Dream, Can't We?" This is the
naïve failing of the film; though Dave retains the innocence that
allows him to pull off his budget-balancing antics with sincerity, do
the film-makers truly believe this movie will work one iota towards
compelling a soul-blackened politician (of any party) to be unselfish?
Frank Langella is the only character even minimally portrayed as
realistically as we know all politicians are, in their sin-charred,
balrog hearts. Even the most beloved of statesmen (Kennedy, Jefferson,
Roosevelt) are more likely to be tailored after the Frank Langella
character than the Dave character, no matter *what* their public
personas promoted.
A faltering resolution and hokey wrap-up ruins what little promise the
movie glimmered with in its middle act. The scheming Chief Of State
gets impeached, the Good Guy Vice-President (Ben Kingsley wholly
mis-used in this film) is sworn into office as President, and the temp
agency guy gets the President's ex-girl, a grand future of shopping at
the 99c Store awaiting their low-income, patriotic selves
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Electile Dysfunction, 3 March 2006
Author: dunmore_ego from Los Angeles, California
*** This comment may contain spoilers ***
Rooted solidly in the "We Can Dream, Can't We?" mold, the Ivan Reitman-directed *Dave* follows the adventures of a stand-in for the American President who tries to rectify the administration's shortcomings while "in office" - a grander fantasy than any cobbling from J.R.R. Tolkein.
Despite the irony in trying to retain democracy's visage by inserting a man into the Presidential post without an election, writer Gary Ross has crafted a pleasant enough diversion, *Dave*'s excellent performances redeeming any conceptual constitutional glitches.
Kevin Kline is such a marvel in both roles as the real American President, Bill Mitchell and as his temp agency doppelganger, affable Dave Kovic that never for a moment do we doubt that he is, in fact, two different people, even when both his personas (who look exactly alike, but give off wildly disparate auras of authority and sheepishness respectively) are sharing the screen.
When Bill Mitchell suffers a stroke and goes into a coma (during a sexcapade with one of his secretaries), in order to keep the nation's peace of mind, oily Chief Of Staff, Bob Alexander (Frank Langella) and his rationalizing apprentice, Alan Reed (Kevin Dunn), secretly hustle lookalike Dave into the President's chair, crash-coaching him on public appearance and board meeting protocol. Alexander's agenda is to puppet Dave into handing over the Presidency to him, but conscientious Dave, oblivious to Alexander's machinations, sees an opportunity to "do some good" whilst ensconced in faux public office and (with the help of morose Charles Grodin tautologous, I know) actually forges a more sturdy economic stance for America.
Sigourney Weaver, as Mitchell's estranged wife, is thrown in to add unnecessary romantic subplot to an already-implausible story. (The day any First Lady divorces her President keeping in mind that she not only divorces him, she divorces the life of unbridled enablement that comes with laying down with the Leader of the Free World - and shacks up with a temp agency lookalike who can offer her a ten-year-old Lexus as her primary mode of transport, you might as well jump on that schoolgirl you've had your eye on, for the Gates Of Hell are surely about to open and swallow humanity.)
Though the politics of President Mitchell and Dave Kovic are never mentioned outright, Mitchell was painted as a Republican, whilst Dave was noticeably fashioned after beloved Democrat Clinton. And in hindsight, this proved to be the funniest thing about Mitchell's's philandering, as it presaged Clinton's Monica-gate by a couple of years.
The fact that the American populace can take the profligacy of the American Presidency for granted says something not about our vaunted "freedom," but about our tolerance for mendacity. This society itself has set up nonsensical "rules" regarding marriage and fidelity, yet when demonstrated that those rules matter not, and that we can easily tolerate their infraction even joke about it what was the point of the rules (and their attendant penalties) in the first place? When an American President can perjure himself whilst simultaneously making us doubt exactly what "having sex" means, we have to ask ourselves, "Are we actually all virgins, then?"
A scenario like Bill Mitchell setting up a lookalike to press flesh so that he can be elsewhere spanking flesh needs no rationalization or justification, we are so inured to governmental duplicity of this sort. Though no textbooks would own up to it, we KNOW that the President obviously has a harem on call, and though the lookalike ploy may be a stretch in the Real World, we can be sure that a goodly percentage of his "business meetings" are spent releasing his pent-up, world-broiling stress into some tart vessel bent over backwards for her country.
Still, if this movie had been made before the Kennedy administration, someone would have been shot.
In not promoting partisanship, the movie tries to illustrate what any politician can do if he were to unselfishly actually serve his country instead of himself. Refrain: "We Can Dream, Can't We?" This is the naïve failing of the film; though Dave retains the innocence that allows him to pull off his budget-balancing antics with sincerity, do the film-makers truly believe this movie will work one iota towards compelling a soul-blackened politician (of any party) to be unselfish?
Frank Langella is the only character even minimally portrayed as realistically as we know all politicians are, in their sin-charred, balrog hearts. Even the most beloved of statesmen (Kennedy, Jefferson, Roosevelt) are more likely to be tailored after the Frank Langella character than the Dave character, no matter *what* their public personas promoted.
A faltering resolution and hokey wrap-up ruins what little promise the movie glimmered with in its middle act. The scheming Chief Of State gets impeached, the Good Guy Vice-President (Ben Kingsley wholly mis-used in this film) is sworn into office as President, and the temp agency guy gets the President's ex-girl, a grand future of shopping at the 99c Store awaiting their low-income, patriotic selves
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