I expected the worst from this comedy. I’m not a fan of the Judd Apatow school of humor where you throw the same unfunny performers in different situations and expect them to improvise their way into hilarity. Get Him To The Greek began with my least favorite member of the Apatow troupe, Jonah Hill, taking orders from an actor who’s even less funny, Puff Daddy. For a guy who once called himself Puffy, Puff Daddy and P. Diddy he’s remarkably stiff and self-conscious, which are terrible traits for an actor to possess.
Fortunately the title of the movie is Get Him To The Greek and the “him” is Russell Brand who is as limber and unselfconscious as they come. Jonah Hill is assigned the job to escort this Lothario of a rock star to Los Angeles’ Greek Theater for a career reviving concert. This is more difficult then it seems as Brand only wants to party.
I assumed this would be a traditional Apatow comedy where straight laced Hill would teach Brand about responsibility and true monogamous love. But the movie does something crazy midway through. Hill who’s heartbroken over his girlfriend becomes the wild one. He fills his face with drugs, booze, and flesh and Brand becomes the straight man. After the success of The Hangover it seems much of America is in agreement that unabashed hedonism is very funny and this movie takes full advantage of the R rating.
Who really surprised me was Jonah Hill. He’s either a brilliant, brilliant actor or I worry seriously about his health and fate. There were times I truly feared he would suffer a heart attack on screen. I suppose great artists are willing to die over their art and if that’s the case Hill needs to stay away from portraying imbibers. The man looks like he’s another cocktail and medium rare steak from joining John Belushi, Chris Farley, and John Candy in the great lounge in the sky. If his agent doesn’t find him a couple roles as a yoga instructor or health food store employee he might not be aroound for Get Him To The Fillmore.