Giving Us the Finger
Just when you thought it couldn't get any worse, along
comes Tom Green, who drags us down with him to new
lows in the oh-so-popular genre of "gross-out"
comedies. Actually, "gross-out" doesn't do Green's
film justice, as it is nothing short of revolting.
Yet, I am wary of calling the film "revolting,"
considering how the term, as it has been associated
with certain artistic movements, has produced some
specific politically charged and socially critical
performances (think: punk bands puking on stage and
spitting on audiences, for instance). Green is no
Marcel Duchamp hanging a urinal on gallery wall and
calling it Art. Freddy Got Fingered repeatedly and
aggressively gives its audience the finger. It slaps
us in the face and asks us to hate it at every turn.
Mission accomplished.
As if fearing for his title of undisputed master of
the skit no one else would ever do, Green and his
co-writer (and The Tom Green Show co-conspirator)
Derek Harvie have concocted a puerile series of
sight-gags connected by the thinnest and lamest of
story lines. In this sense and others, the film is
close to pornographic. While erect male penises are a
clear visual marker of other films' crossover into the
realm of the "adult," not even erect elephant dicks
spewing animal sperm all over people hauls this movie
into that realm. That's the level of humor here, and
it is defiantly childish. We are treated to a constant
parade of dick jokes. And it's a strange day indeed
when I am watching one dick joke movie and longing for
the intellectual sophistication of another dick joke
movie like Monkeybone.
Freddy follows Gord Brody (Green), a 28-year-old
aspiring animator who still lives at home with his
door-mat mother Julie (Julie Hagerty) and sociopath
father Jim (Rip Torn). Dad is always at his throat,
belittling him and yelling at him to get a job, while
comparing him to his younger brother, a "responsible"
banker. For anyone familiar with The Tom Green Show,
this fascination with parents is hardly new. But what
made The Tom Green Show's use and abuse of Green's
own parents marginally successful was his rather
normal parents clearly befuddled responses to their
son's shenanigans; indeed, we could sympathize with
them as they looked on in disbelief that they could
have produced such a "unique" individual. In Freddy
the parents are hardly sympathetic, and Jim in
particular must be especially nasty in order for son
Gordy to be the "hero" of the film.
So who is the titular Freddy? Well, Gord's younger
brother, whom he despises for his "maturity" and for
being a yes-man to their father. Gord gets revenge on
both of them by accusing Jim of "touching" Freddy
(Eddie Kaye Thomas). Yep, the title refers to Gord's
brother getting that kind of fingered by Jim. Gord's
outburst takes place in front of the family therapist,
which means that 25-year-old Freddy is removed from
his own apartment by child protection services and
placed in the "Institute for Sexually Molested
Children." In the film's most subtle bit of humor,
these poor kids sit around nearly catatonic, watching
horror movies (which, of course, all feature serial
child killers and molesters) and reruns of classic
family TV like Leave it to Beaver (as we all know
"perfect" families often harbor dark sexual secrets).
All right, not too subtle, but in comparison to the
rest of the film...
Apparently, there were going to be more scenes of
Freddy in the Institute, and mercifully, they were cut
from the final version. Call me a prude, but I find no
humor in sexually molested children. Furthermore, this
subplot is hardly developed (listen to me, complaining
about an underdeveloped molestation theme): it never
has any repercussions in the narrative and simply
disappears. It is undoubtedly included to, you guessed
it, make the movie even grosser.
One final offense (among many more I could catalogue):
Gordy's girlfriend Betty (Marisa Coughlin) is a
paraplegic doctor who dreams of engineering her own
rocket-powered wheelchair, and whose sexual fetishes
run to the extreme. She gets off by having her
paralyzed legs beaten with bamboo canes and horse
whips, and really loves to give guys blow jobs.
Here's a rather vicious sexist fantasy, a girl you can
smack around who will always repay you by begging to
suck your dick.
I could go on, but it hardly seems necessary or
worthwhile. Freddy Got Fingered lowers the bar, and
not just a little bit, for what has been popularly
passing as "comedy" in recent days. But perhaps we've
reached its nadir, as I really can't imagine how
"gross-out" humor can survive
Green's slash-and-burn directorial debut.