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Before we walked out the door to see Miss Congeniality 2: Armed and Fabulous, a colleague sneered, "Why do you even bother with that shit?" It's a question one's tempted to ask of its star, Sandra Bullock, as well. (Surely, our answers would be the same: The paycheck, pal.) Hers is a flaccid filmography you'd be wise to wipe off your feet before entering the house: The Net, Speed 2, Hope Floats, Two if by Sea, Practical Magic, 28 Days, In Love and War,and other mediocrities currently playing to the infirm and housebound on DirecTV's "premium channels." How she -- and not, say, Jeanne Tripplehorn -- became a celeb-mag cover girl is a question best answered by the mannequins who host Entertainment Tonight and Extra.But her career offers only proof that taking the middle of the road is the fastest route to fame.
Why she would choose to do Miss Congenialityor its sequel, both of which she produced, is no mystery. The woman has legal bills to pay, a fortune amassed in the Austin, Texas, courthouse in which she battled a contractor who, she claimed, built her a $7 million teardown on Lake Travis. (The incident has become a farce of such epic and obscene proportions that former Texas Governor Ann Richards used it as a punch line, repeatedly, as emcee of the Texas Film Hall of Fame induction ceremonies two weeks ago.) Certainly she agreed to do this movie not for artistic reasons, but when has she ever? Hers is a résumé that ranges only from the middling to the so-so, the boring to the dull, the squishy to the icky. She's made more tepid romantic comedies than most people have romances throughout their entire lives.
Perhaps in another era, Bullock might have been an Irene Dunne, a screwball comedian with nuts. At her best, she's the cute klutz, the runway model prone to taking a dive if it'll get a laugh. But she's been reduced to nothing but roles that elicit the groan of numbing repetition; she's been there, done that so often that everymovie in which she appears feels like a sequel to something she's already done, no matter the setting, scenario, or character. The fact she produces these movies suggests she has little interest in altering the formula; she's stuck, only because she appears to like dipping her own feet in wet concrete. Besides, she'll never be Irene Dunne, because film comedies are no longer as sophisticated as they were when Dunne tangled with Cary Grant in The Awful Truth. Here, the best we can do is The Drew Carey Show's Diedrich Bader as the mincing, bitchy fashion consultant (the role relinquished by Michael Caine) and Ray's Regina King as the hackneyed bodyguard with anger-management issues.
Bullock is merely a celebrity, facilitated by a business populated by lazy hacks and greedy charlatans. She could choose to do better work, but why bother when audiences lap up her assembly line of bland confections? This is too easy for her -- a workout regimen that doesn't require her to break a sweat in order to keep in shape. Miss Congeniality 2 is, in every way, a do-over of the original (as though there was anything remotely original about Miss Congeniality); it even contains the same plot line, in which Miss United States Cheryl Frasier (Heather Burns) is once more the damsel in distress Bullock's FBI agent Gracie Hart has to rescue. The sequel exists only to sell the just-released "limited deluxe edition" DVD of the original -- copies of which, incidentally, now come with a free ticket to Miss Congeniality 2. (Surely, "limited deluxe edition" is intended ironically. No? Hunh.) And Benjamin Bratt, the love interest in the first film, wisely stayed away, but is mentioned so often here, you'll walk out of the theater swearing he was actually in the damned thing. The movie acts as though we actually careabout these people, when they're nothing more than props and products.
If the first movie played like a midseason TV pilot, its successor comes off like an extended episode of a generic sitcom; all it lacks is a laugh track -- appropriate since it also lacks a laugh. But it does get one thing right: Its anorexic story line aside, Miss Congeniality 2deals with how celebrity is really nothing more than being in the right place at the right time, how it's simply a product of dumb luck as opposed to any real talent. Gracie's now too famous a face to do undercover work and instead becomes the fresh face of the FBI, a PR machine sent out to promote a best-selling book (From Misdemeanor to Miss Congeniality, its cover nothing more than the first film's poster) while sporting runway togs and quoting fashion-designer philosophy. Her colleagues resent her fame, but she quickly and happily embraces it; better to stare at yourself in the mirror than down the barrel of a gun. See this, and just maybe you'll choose the latter instead. Miss Congeniality 2: Armed and Fabulous
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