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Bad Trip

26 Mar 2021

Two men in colourful uniforms, one in red and one in blue, laughing and gesturing while sitting outdoors.
Two men in colourful uniforms, one in red and one in blue, laughing and gesturing while sitting outdoors.
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Anticipation.

Look out, America, because here comes trouble!

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Enjoyment.

Spooking the bejesus out of unsuspecting people never seems to get old.

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In Retrospect.

Gorilla jizz notwithstanding, pretty tame.

Eric André spins his tried-and-trust­ed brand of hid­den-cam­era humour into a fea­ture-length bud­dy comedy.

To Eric André’s cred­it, he makes view­ers of his new film Bad Trip wait less than three min­utes before allow­ing us a glimpse of his testicles.

His debut fea­ture as writer and pro­duc­er extends the vérité pranks he mas­tered over the years on his deranged Adult Swim talk show, thread­ing them through a bare-bones nar­ra­tive in three acts rigid­ly struc­tured by McKee’s sto­ry sem­i­nar. Suf­fice it to say that his predilec­tions for wan­ton destruc­tion, var­i­ous excre­tions, and the human body’s nether regions have not been com­pro­mised for Hollywood’s sake.

And yet his antics, how­ev­er pro­fane and destruc­tive they might still be, have a milder flavour here than in the small-screen series that made him a cult leg­end among not just alter­na­tive com­e­dy nerds, but skaters and anar­chists and drug­gies and oth­er mis­cre­ants. A pal­pa­ble punk hos­til­i­ty imbued his TV work with thrilling live-wire chaos, a sub­ver­sive streak absent from this loose col­lec­tion of hid­den-cam­era sketch­es much clos­er in intent to Punk’d than Borat.

Maybe the issue lies with the unre­mark­able road movie tem­plate guid­ing us from one sketch to the next: André plays a risk-tak­er schlub who sets out from Mia­mi to New York so he can con­front a boy­hood crush, with his but­toned-up bestie (Lil Rel How­ery) rid­ing shot­gun in the Bad Bitch-mobile” they have bor­rowed from his incar­cer­at­ed sis­ter Tri­na (Tiffany Had­dish). After the volatile nut­case busts out, she sets off in dogged pur­suit, their par­al­lel paths dove­tail­ing in a grand finale that doesn’t quite earn the first word in that phrase.

Two young people climbing up a colourful, graffitied wall.

Rather than push any gen­uine­ly dis­com­fit­ing but­tons, direc­tor Kitao Saku­rai would pre­fer every­one have a harm­less good time, as affirmed by the cred­it-roll footage of André show­ing delight­ed par­tic­i­pants that they’ve been caught on tape. There’s no sense of nihilis­tic ide­o­log­i­cal pur­pose behind the stunts of a man best known for antag­o­nis­ing Alex Jones and grilling Scary Spice about Thatcher’s war on the IRA. One scene rop­ing in an Army recruiter begins with André ask­ing, What wars are going on?” and cul­mi­nates with him blunt­ly offer­ing, I’ll suck your dick if you’ll kill me,” but ends with the two palling around.

Though André pre­vi­ous­ly found suc­cess by drag­ging his taint along the line between genius and stu­pid­i­ty, in this instance he comes down hard on the lat­ter side of that divide with gags that seek to amuse instead of scare the shit out of their unwit­ting marks. It’s not that the hijinks involv­ing a hand get­ting man­gled in a blender or an impromp­tu musi­cal num­ber in a mall food court aren’t fun­ny, because they are – it’s that after the laughs have died down, these jer­ry-rigged gotchas all seem mod­est in ambi­tion, offer­ing lit­tle more than surprise.

The tell­tale sign is that the com­e­dy comes from the observers’ reac­tions over the rou­tines them­selves, their obliv­i­ous­ness to the fak­ery being the whole point. As an ass-bar­ing Allen Funt will­ing to put him­self and his dig­ni­ty on the line for our diver­sion, André deserves his recog­ni­tion for going places few of his peers would be will­ing to go.

But the knowl­edge of how much far­ther he could have gone leaves this long-await­ed oppor­tu­ni­ty – a movie bud­get, in the hands of a mani­ac! – look­ing squan­dered on the pedes­tri­an. His hav­oc burns bright but fast, a con­trolled flame that nev­er grows into the wild­fire it should be, raz­ing every­thing in its path.

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