"Wouldn't this be a great world if insecurity
and desperation made us more attractive? If
needy were a turn-on?"
- Aaron Altman (Albert Brooks), Broadcast News (1987)
I am a humongous Albert Brooks fan.
HUMONGOUS.
He was a genius of a distinctive stand-up in the late '60s and into the '70s. That led to his quirky short films the first season of
"Saturday Night Live". Soon afterward he was starring in his directorial debut from his own script,
Real Life (1979). His subsequent own films,
Modern Romance, Lost in America, Defending Your Life, Mother and
The Muse, of course showcase his personal rhythms, sharp wit and self-depricating, low-key sense of humor.
For the most part, the roles he has taken in other people's projects have done the same, from Tom the chatty campaign worker in Scorsese's
Taxi Driver, to the ill-fated horny husband of Goldie Hawn in the opening of
Private Benjamin, to the curious late-night driver who happens to pick up a monster in the form of Dan Aykroyd in
The Twilight Zone: The Movie, to his Oscar-nominated turn as the flop-sweating news reporter making up one third of the love triangle in James L. Brooks' (no relation)
Broadcast News, to the senile administrator in Sidney Lumet's
Critical Care, to the weasle of a rich inmate in Soderbergh's
Out of Sight, to the meek clothing store manager caught in an inappropriate relationship in
My First Mister, Brooks always brings me loads of joy.
Of his own films, there's no denying his earlier work is by far his best. I happen to prefer
Modern Romance (1981) above them all, but
Defending Your Life (1991) and
Lost in America (1985) are also just as wonderful: hysterical, insightful, silly and smart. His first movie,
Real Life, is good, but for me plays like a too-thin elongated version of one of his
"SNL" shorts. There's some very good stuff there (and the spoof of the groundbreaking PBS series
"An American Family" that was too arcane a reference in the '90s, is now relevant again in this age of 'reality programming'), and the ending is damn near perfect, but it would have been better as a thirty or forty-minute piece rather than a one-hundred-minute feature. His two most recent efforts,
Mother (1996) and
The Muse (1999), have moments that are the equal in hilarity to anything he's ever done ("It tastes exactly like an orange foot."), but they lack the kind of cohesion his three best flicks have in spades. Still, the "least" of the Albert Brooks' films tickle me more than most of what the mainstream is guffawing at these days.
So yes, I'm looking forward to seeing Albert in this new loose re-make of
The In-Laws. But frankly, I look forward to seeing him in anything and everything he does.