As if to come (shamefacedly) full circle at this holly jolly holiday time of reflection and penance, this fifty-eighth (!) entry in my weird, lightly trafficked corner of blogdom highlights Tyler Perry’s A Madea Christmas. And, yeah, we still should have known better. It is just dreadful.
(Tyler Perry, that dollar store indie-auteur, is helping me formulate a new supposition: the more possessive apostrophes in a film’s title, the worse the cinematic outcome.)
Perry is no dummy. His bread and butter is Madea, and, as poorly (under)written as his scripts are and as shoddy as his direction, that character – a loving (and honest) homage to his mother – remains the bright spot in the Perry universe. As broadly as she is drawn (sometimes spinning perilously into full-blown cultural offense), Madea as a characterization, I would argue, belongs in the cinematic canon of franchise comedy series players like Abbott and Costello, Ma and Pa Kettle, or Francis the Talking Mule.
Strange company, I realize, but when Perry is firing on all saucy cylinders, his Madea transcends the sub-par narrative context in which she’s placed and can make me laugh like a kid watching Laurel and Hardy reruns on a rainy Saturday afternoon. It’s just too bad Perry as a filmmaker doesn’t know his limitations – imagine if Hal Roach thought he was Ingmar Bergman.
This brings us to Perry’s latest – A Madea Christmas – which is one of his weakest efforts to date. He bears the remarkable distinction of actually getting worse as a filmmaker the more movies he directs.
As an aside, the high-water mark for the series (which isn’t saying much) remains Madea Goes to Jail, which leverages Madea’s ongoing rage at the cosmic ineptitude of mankind to great effect, most notably during a run-in in a Kmart parking lot. Madea Goes to Jail also has the good sense to include Viola Davis (at a time before we all realized how amazing she is) in one of Perry’s trademark melodramatic subplots: some nonsense about Rudy from The Cosby Show becoming a drug addicted prostitute … and then finding Jesus. Davis, whose actorly commitment could make an episode of Full House bearable, plays the prison counselor that gets Rudy (and Madea) back on track and offers one of the rare instances of a compelling character-driven performance in a Perry film.
A Madea Christmas on the other hand features the magical acting chops of … Larry the Cable Guy. And he’s one of the most subdued (and funny) people in this mess. Color me astounded. Kathy Najimy (who should fire her agent) and Larry play liberals-in-rednecks’-clothing whose son secretly marries Madea’s niece. Madea, of course, is fine with all of it, as long as she gets to crack wise and crack heads. The girl’s mother, histrionically played by Anna Maria Horsford as if she thinks the movie’s audience is located somewhere on the moon, is less than thrilled by her daughter’s choice of life mate. Bad 1980s TV movie hijinks ensue.
There’s a bizarre subplot about a dam that has cut off water from the town and is robbing the hateful farmers there of crop-growing potential; a Christmas pageant sponsored by the conglomerate that built said dam and that now wants to deprive the town of their “Christ in Christmas” by making the event a non-denominational “Holiday” pageant (with no – gasp! – nativity); and a school that apparently is located right inside the town hall (!), has six students, and is run by sweet-faced principal Lisa Whelchel (yeah, The Facts of Life‘s Blair) whose notion of the separation of church and state is decorating her classrooms with Christmas-light-festooned crosses. It’s like Sam Walton’s fever-dream.
Mr. Perry, I implore you – take some time off. Cranking out two movies a year does not a great director make. Assess what you do well (fish-out-of-water comedy, class warfare satire) and what you don’t (poignant melodrama, humanist messages) and be brave enough to let someone else … anyone else … direct you (as Madea) in one of your scripts. That would be the best holiday gift of all to those moviegoers (like yours truly) who keep waiting (but probably not for much longer) for you fully to realize your potential.
well written review roy, and i’ve never really had the desire to see any of his films for some reason. i love your statement that he’s ‘getting worse, the more he directs.’ )
yeah, you aren’t missing much, Beth – I think the best elements from all the films could be spliced into a 60-minute highlights reel. and thanks, as always, for the kind words!
you are the best, roy….this is hilarious! great review. maybe norman bates should have made madea movies and stayed out of showers? tony perkins would have given us a “tall story” mama…in several installments…with a happy, positive, elfin Hitchcock directing those retro silly social commentary movies…and they could be re-run on tv instead of bad santa and a christmas story and fred astaire and burl ives and etc. just a thought. better than the psycho remakes for sure. rear frosted window? to catch a reindeer?
i like this idea ,susie, perhaps hitchcock could have made, ‘self,’ – a remake of ‘elf’, – his autobiographical holiday documentary? shows him decorating the estate, making out his christmas list, sitting on a cool, ice princess blonde’s lap, asking for christmas favors?
I really am quite sure the three of us…beth, roy and susie…need to be offered a radio show…I am still laughing, beth! you are very witty!
thanks susie, now we just have to hang out in famous drug stores at the soda fountain in our tight holiday sweaters and wait to be discovered )
YOU will get discovered…and I’ll just wave “good-bye” as you sign a contract and drive away in a convertible…you are young and cute…I am — NOT! but a radio show would be wild wild wild fun…we all three think alike…the best way to go!
You both are wonderful! These comments made my morning! I would sign up for a talk show with the two of you anytime!
i think we need to be discovered as a radio trio, the holy trinity of twisted talk.
Yes! Great title!
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