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Mystery Men takes place in a mysterious time in a mysterious city, a city with
strange satellites orbiting around futuristic skyscrapers and billboards in every
language. Everything suggests a world where Earthlings have become one with each other's
culture, or perhaps there is only one culture left.
The city is called
Champion City, which is a better name than TokyoLasVegasNewYorkLondon - which is what it
looks like. Whenever we see views of everyday Champion City, partly generated with amazing
sets and partly with computer graphics, we love it. We are taken right into this
outlander's world.
The film is based on
The Dark Horse comic, created by Bob Burden. Not having heard of this comic, as we
hadn't, will not be an obstacle to enjoyment of the film. Mystery Men
is extremely light-hearted summer fare which is interesting to look at and fun to
experience.
The story is about a
group of Wannabe Superheroes - that is, everyday people who in their hearts believe they
have what it takes to conquer crime and restore Champion City to safety and
greatness. The best decision the producers made was to make every absurdist Wannabe
a familiar character actor. Thus we get William H. Macy (Fargo) as the
ever-so-serious Shoveler; Janeane Garofalo (The Truth about Cats and Dogs) as the
treacherous Bowler; Geoffrey Rush (Shine) as the evil Casanova Frankenstein; Ben
Stiller (There's Something About Mary) as Mr. Furious, and on and on. They pretty
much play themselves, so, although it would perhaps be difficult to relate to Spleen, a
flatulent pimple-faced gentleman with a terrible speech impediment, it's easier when we
realize he's played by Paul Reubens (Pee Wee Herman).
Our favorite
Superhero is The Sphinx, played by Wes Studi, the bad Huron Indian from The Last of the
Mohicans. The Sphinx is a kind of new-age self-help guru, spouting meaningless
aphorisms to prepare the boys and girl for their climactic battle with Casanova
Frankenstein. The point is The Sphinx is not really a Superhero; none of them are. (Bad
Biker Mr. Furious doesn't even have a Harley, he has a Harley Compatible.) But together
perhaps they'll be able to rise to greatness.
One of the best scenes is when our bunch of good guys holds auditions
to find other Superheroes to help them. The list of rejects is far longer than anyone
expected. A standout is PMS Princess who will only work four days a month. Equally
ridiculous is Casanova Frankenstein's collected gang of villains, including the Frat Boys,
armed with brewskis, and The Suits, ready to downsize you at the drop of a hat. Their
leader is called Big Tobacco.
Gags?
Yes. Silly? Yes indeedy. Deep? As your sink. This is summer fare
only, but excellently conceived and brought to fruition by first-time feature director
Kinka Usher, whose background is in commercials. For once this is an asset. Lightning-fast
cuts and no-pause action is the only way this film could make any sense.
Mystery Men
is better than Batman, which it resembles. It's not the least bit epic, like Blade
Runner, to which it aspires in its visual aspects. It's a little like a Halloween
party. If you don't take it too seriously you will have a fun night of gawking at old
friends in their Superhero costumes, the ones they've been hanging in the closets you
never even knew they had.
- DAK