The Castle' and 'Trippin' strong on humor, weak on story
March 31It's time for graduation and suddenly the real world is looking scarier than a townie on his bad-ass BMX. There are decisions to be made, employment to be sought, housing to be found, and a diploma to be framed. It seems like all you want to do is sit back, close your eyes, and live in a state of ignorant bliss. That cloudy ecstasy is exactly the world inhabited by the extremely eclectic characters of two recent films. The Castle is an Australian import, about a family who will do anything to save something hardly worth saving, while Trippin' tells the story of a young high school senior who has trouble living his life because he is too busy dreaming about it. The Castle tells the story of the unbelievably happy Kerrigan family, a clan of Australian suburbanites whose lives would seem pitiful and depressing to any one else. But they live day by day, with bright, wide smiles on their faces. Content, they reside in a small cluttered house, under high voltage power lines, on a small piece of land that happens to be at the end of the runway of the largest airport in the region. There's the husband and wife, two sons, a daughter, her husband, and a few dogs. But don't worry about them, their house isn't crowded at all. Actually, it feels empty without their last son. Where's he? Oh, he's in prison, that's all. But the Kerrigans keep on smiling, that is of course, until the government tries to take their home away and build another airport terminal. Normally, this wouldn't be a big deal, the state pays the family money, they move away, an airport is built, and everyone's happy. This is especially reasonable considering that even an empty hangar would be more aesthetically pleasing than the veritable garage sale in which the Kerrigans live. But this is not the case for Darryl Kerrigan, a middle aged tow-truck driver and his family. They love their home; it is their castle and no one is going to kick them out. The rest of the film follows the Kerrigans' ambitious attempt to protect their home by taking the case to the highest court in the country. The jokes here are silly, simple, and subtle. The audience is forced to laugh at the absurd way the family wades through the mud and muck of reality without hesitation, or even noticing it. There are no worries for them. Innocently and bravely they persist with a stupid look on their face and a naive glint in their eyes. There is no need or want in this family. They have everything. For that we laugh because we wish we had the same. But that's the profound stuff. The Kerrigans are also very ugly, stupid, extremely dorky, and talk silly. For that we also laugh because people like that are funny. In Trippin', our hero, Greg Reed, known to his friends as G, lives in an equally inspiring bliss. He has it all; money, women, fame, women, success, women, and of course, more women. But the only problem is his success is all in his mind. Trippin' is based on a great creative idea. The action of the story shifts back and forth between the real, boring, lazy, intimidating life of our hero G, and the imaginary, crazy, exciting, and hilarious life of his dreams. The concept is ingenious and one expects a goofy version of House Party and Booty Call meet Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas and Brazil. In that sense, the movie both succeeds and fails. Some of the fantastical skits that G imagines are hysterical. He becomes a famous poet for such lyric works as "Don't Be F--kin' With My S--t." Universities are offering him ready-and-willing girls to satisfy his desires if he attends their school. And he is awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor for his bravery in defending the nation. Unfortunately, his dreams are much more interesting than real life. Thus, the rest of the movie is dragged down by a lame plot. The story of G's attempt to woo the lady of his dreams sputters and his best friend's run-in with a drug-dealing hoodlum is forced, unreal, and irrelevant. The jokes try too hard and it's a wonder that first-time director David Raym, who has worked with John Singleton and Eddie Murphy in the past, even thought they would get a chuckle. It all builds up into a big confrontation in which we meet a gangster who stutters and his lackey wears leg braces... when will the hilarity end? Please pardon the sarcasm, but it's disappointing when a beautiful idea and several hysterical scenes are weighed down by the stale conventions of sub-par movie making. Nevertheless, certain moments, though few and far between, remain in which the humor is top-notch. Seeing the movie may not be a complete waste, especially for those who enjoy a little daydream themselves. With one's head in the clouds, it's easy to forget your worries, imagine the future, and catch a good movie or two.