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The opening ten minutes of Snatched are choreographed and written so similarly to Amy Schumer's previous film Trainwreck that you'd swear you're watching a remake of that film several years too early. Schumer and Judd Apatow's collaborative film brought together a "movie ad-libs" of names, such as Bill Hader and LeBron James, and was mostly effective in establishing Schumer as a modest comic talent and a brand in and of herself.
Snatched proves, however, that those who were quick to bill Schumer as the "queen of comedy" were nothing more than reactionary gun-jumpers, as this film fails to assert her as anything other than what she is at her most basic - obnoxious, rowdy, and infrequently amusing.
But don't place the lion's weight of the blame on her in regards to the mediocrity of Snatched. It is a rather obnoxious, rowdy, and infrequently amusing film, unevenly crossbreeding mother-daughter bonding with ugly, violent circumstances that happen within the blink of an eye. The film racks up a body-count akin to a Taken movie, despite being a half-hearted parody of that franchise, and screenwriter Kate Dippold (The Heat, Ghostbusters) can't make her screenplay reach any kind of sincerity when, at any given moment, a character's Adam's apple is getting impaled by an accidentally detonated spear.
Amy Schumer, Goldie Hawn, Kim Caramele
12 May 2017
Steve's Grade: D+
The film revolves around Emily (Schumer), who has recently lost her job, her boyfriend, and has resorted to bingedrinking - her catharsis - in the wake of her upcoming trip to Ecuador, which she was supposed to take with her man. After moping around a bit, she visits her mother Linda (Goldie Hawn), a divorced and sheltered woman living with her man-child of a son Jeffrey (Ike Barinholtz) and a slew of cats. Out of pure desperation, Emily coerces her mother to come to Ecuador with her as a way of bonding, which she begrudgingly accepts. The two spend their first night rather quietly, until Emily meets James (Tom Bateman), a handsome and gentlemanly man who takes her drinking and dancing for the evening.
The two plan to go on a day-trip with Emily's mother the next day, but not long into the trip, James takes them well off the main-road so his kidnapping plot can take effect. Emily and Linda are abducted and kept in a grimy dungeon in Columbia, until they escape and gradually work to get to a more densely populated city in order for the State Department to rescue them. Jeffrey proves to be of little help, continuing to call and harass the listless State Department requesting the intelligence and operations of a makeshift "A-Team" to return his mother and sister to safety.
Moreover, it's great to have Goldie Hawn back, even if it makes you question what the acting veteran could've possibly seen in the screenplay of the film's potential to make a return to film for the first time in fifteen years. Hawn chalks up more laughs than Schumer, probably because she's been MIA since 2002's The Banger Sisters, but also because there's nothing quite like a testy, nervous Hawn hiding her anxiousness upon being kidnapped by reading Hustler magazine as if it's "Home & Garden." In a film that's rocky and unevenly funny from the start, moments like this need be cherished.
The big problem with Snatched, as stated, is its tonal inconsistency, which mistakes the meshing of examining the broken relationship of a polar-opposite mother-daughter combo with gratuitously violent moments and an entirely shallow kidnapping plot. Why are Emily and Linda kidnapped? For sex-slavery, slavery in general (at one point, we see a village where women are the dominant workers and providers in the community), or just for extortion purposes? Dippold's screenplay never suits up to tackle anything beyond the superfluous and the vulgar.
Schumer is the epitome of fine here, not as tested in charisma or in convictions as she was in Trainwreck, which is a shame. She's an actress who, in her film projects, needs to be written with more complexity, otherwise, she's an endless pitfall of redundant sexual banter and loose-lipped comments about her vagina and semen. It's not off-putting as much as it inches ever so close to being effectively witless, to the point where I found myself appreciating Melissa McCarthy - someone I've been fairly critical of - and her versatility for the sake that she's one to test herself.
Schumer, as of now, sticks to the low-hanging fruit and makes a joke about how the fruit looks like a scrotum.
Moments of casual humor - when they're not interrupted by a thoroughly insufferable Barinholtz and his character's persistent love and loyalty to his "ma-mah" - do arise throughout the course ofSnatched, and the film, unlike Trainwreck, is wisely kept well under two hours where most writers probably would've tried to push the 120 minute barrier. It's undoubtedly difficult for films to succeed on the premise of inviting in belly-laughs while interjecting moderately bloody violence, but when you're doing that, you should at least have a screenplay that can handle both with talent and prowess on both a comedy and action level, and how quickly Snatched winds up getting stuck in neutral is almost unfortunate.