I Feel Pretty
Directors: Abby Kohn & Marc Silverstein
Wonderland Sound and Vision/STXfilms
When this was released there was talk of Schumer’s shaming – she had the body-image stuff all wrong; was tone-deaf.
That’s probably the least of this film’s worries I would have thought. Well, I can say that, I’m a man. (I am a fat man though if that means anything, other than at tea-time…)
Biggest problem this film – “a comedy” – has: It’s Not Fucking Funny!
That should be obvious, screenwriters and here co-directors Abby Kohn an Marc Silverstein brought the atrocities He’s Just Not That Into You and How To Be Single into this world, among other terrible films. That’s the big clue.
Schumer, too, hasn’t had a good run. Trainwreck wasn’t without laughs but was far from great and was obviously far too long (fuck you Judd Apatow) and her return to the stand-up stage brought The Leather Special one of the all-time dreadful comedy specials; particularly coming from a bankable name.
I Feel Pretty’s attempt at a theme-as-statement could have been good. Well, I’m going to hope that it could have been. Otherwise this is the worst movie ever. The idea that it could have been trying to do something positive is all that I have to hang on to in terms of why I wasted my time with it.
As Renee Bennett, Amy Schumer is an ordinary woman struggling with feelings of insecurity and inadequacy – she’s also struggling at her Spin class and we’re supposed to find a woman puffing and not keeping up hilarious. No need for actual jokes, just laugh at the slow-coach…
Well, when she has a bop on the head she suddenly decides she’s super-model material, good enough at least to sit on the reception.
So we can see it going, erm, pear-shaped right from the get-go. Schumer’s character is unlikeable so there’s no shift that occurs – we don’t care about her when she’s a loser, we care less when she becomes a jerk. The fact that the script is not there to help her – and is in fact almost not there at all – is obviously a big problem.
But the scriptwriters really should have packed jokes. Even attempted them. That’s the issue.
Because when Renee decides she really is good enough we should have been on board. But it was not possible. Never an option.
The background characters aren’t even decent pencil sketches. Aidy Bryant’s a fine comedic talent. Here she is given nothing – beyond, presumably, a better paycheck than her regular SNL gig.
Busy Philipps doesn’t do a thing either. And she’s married to one of the writer/directors here. You can’t even cry nepotism – she doesn’t deserve this at all.
I Feel Pretty is utter fucking kack; woeful, dreadful, unforgivably bad. Amy Schumer wasn’t ever its biggest problem – she just got the movie its major press. Though probably not in the way first hoped.
But I’m going to have to guess that there was the germ of an idea here. Somewhere. Maybe. Possibly?