[ExI] Roger Ebert reviews "Fanboys"

John Grigg possiblepaths2050 at gmail.com
Thu Feb 26 04:49:21 UTC 2009


I had been looking forward to watching this film that highlights
fandom, but the reviews have been very mixed.  Roger Ebert, the 800
pound gorilla of American film critics, seemed to have a real axe to
grind against this sometimes maligned subculture.

John  : (

http://rogerebert.suntimes.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20090204/REVIEWS/902049987

Fanboys
The fandom menace:
People, get a life!

Release Date: 2009

Ebert Rating: *½

/ / / Feb 4, 2009

by Roger Ebert

A lot of fans are basically fans of fandom itself. It's all about
them. They have mastered the "Star Wars" or "Star Trek" universes or
whatever, but their objects of veneration are useful mainly as a
backdrop to their own devotion. Anyone who would camp out in a tent on
the sidewalk for weeks in order to be first in line for a movie is
more into camping on the sidewalk than movies.

Extreme fandom may serve as a security blanket for the socially inept,
who use its extreme structure as a substitute for social skills. If
you are Luke Skywalker and she is Princess Leia, you already know what
to say to each other, which is so much safer than having to ad-lib it.
Your fannish obsession is your beard. If you know absolutely all the
trivia about your cubbyhole of pop culture, it saves you from having
to know anything about anything else. That's why it's excruciatingly
boring to talk to such people: They're always asking you questions
they know the answer to.

But enough about my opinions; what about "Fanboys"? Its primary flaw
is that it's not critical. It is a celebration of an idiotic
lifestyle, and I don't think it knows it. If you want to get in a car
and drive to California, fine. So do I. So did Jack Kerouac. But if
your first stop involves a rumble at a "Star Trek" convention in Iowa,
dude, beam your ass down to Route 66.

The movie, set in 1999, involves four "Star Wars" fanatics and,
eventually, their gal pal, who have the notion of driving to Marin
County, breaking into the Skywalker Ranch, and stealing a copy of a
print of "Star Wars: Episode 1 -- The Phantom Menace" so they can see
it before anyone else. This is about as plausible as breaking into the
U.S. Mint and stealing some money so you can spend it before anyone
else.

"Fanboys" follows in the footsteps of "Sex Drive" by allowing one of
its heroes to plan a rendezvous with an Internet sex goddess. To avoid
revealing any plot secrets in this film, I will recycle my earlier
warning: In a chat room, don't be too hasty to believe Ms. Tasty.

This plot is given gravitas because one of the friends, Linus
(Christopher Marquette), is dying of cancer. His buddy Eric (Sam
Huntington) is in favor of the trip because, I dunno, it will give
Linus something to live for, I guess. The other fanboys are Hutch (Dan
Fogler), who lives in his mother's garage coach house, and Windows
(Jay Baruchel), who changed his name from MacOS. Just kidding.
Windows, Hutch and Linus work in a comic bookstore, where their
favorite customer is Zoe (Kristen Bell). She's sexy and a "Star Wars"
fan. How cool is that? She's almost better than the date who turns
into a pizza and a six-pack when the deed is done.

The question of Linus' cancer became the subject of a celebrated
Internet flame war last summer, with supporters of "Fanboys" director
Kyle Newman running Anti-Harvey Web sites opposing Harvey Weinstein's
alleged scheme to cut the subplot out of the movie. The subplot
survived, but it's one of those movie diseases that is mentioned
occasionally so everyone can look solemn and then dropped when the
ailing Linus dons a matching black camouflage outfit and scales the
Skywalker Ranch walls with a grappling hook.

"Fanboys" is an amiable but disjointed movie that identifies too
closely with its heroes. Poking a little more fun at them would have
been a great idea. They are tragically hurtling into a cultural dead
end, mastering knowledge which has no purpose other than being
mastered, and too smart to be wasting their time. When a movie's
opening day finally comes, and fanboys leave their sidewalk tents for
a mad dash into the theater, I wonder who retrieves their tents,
sleeping bags, portable heaters and iPod speakers. Warning: Mom isn't
always going to be there to clean up after you.

Cast & Credits

Eric Sam Huntington
Hutch Dan Fogler
Windows Jay Baruchel
Zoe Kristen Bell
Linus Christopher Marquette

The Weinstein Company presents a film directed by Kyle Newman. Written
by Ernest Cline and Adam F. Goldberg. Running time: 90 minutes. Rated
PG-13 (for pervasive crude and sexual material, language and drug
content).



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