DEATH AT A FUNERAL
Rated:R
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When one of the slamming doors is a coffin lid, you know you're in a proper farce.
Death at a Funeral features a naked jumper, an incontinent gramps and a grifter dwarf, mixed in with a generous assortment of classic English types who supply delightfully absurd subplots involving hallucinogens, unrequited lust and sibling rivalries. All this daft business roughly unfolds in uproarious real time, a crisp and clever hour and a half that, like the best screwball comedies, barely pauses for laughs.
Muppeteer Frank Oz, who put his stamp on popular culture with Miss Piggy, Yoda and the Cookie Monster before he became a director (
The Dark Crystal, Little Shop of Horrors, Dirty Rotten Scoundrels), was an inspired choice to helm Funeral. Born in Great Britain, he has the droll gene, necessary for a movie with throwaway lines like "I like to put pens up my bum," and a vaudeville sensibility well-honed during his years with Jim Henson. Screenwriter Dean Craig, scripting his first major feature, handles his eccentric characters and complicated scenario as though he had been writing for Ealing Studios for a half-century. And the cast...there's nothing like a comic English ensemble when it comes to inspired silliness.
Matthew Macfadyen, diffidently dashing as Darcy in
Pride & Prejudice, is delightfully dowdy as Daniel, thirty-something son of the deceased. Rupert Graves plays Daniel's brother, Robert, the lecherous writer who interrupts his ex-pat partying in New York to fly home (first class) for the funeral. Daniel is jealous of his celebrity sibling yet petrified by the thought of delivering the eulogy. Meanwhile, he must reassure his wife, Jane (Keeley Hawes), that he will persuade Robert to take his mother (Jane Asher) back with him to America, so he and Jane can begin their life in their new London flat.
Standard obsequies, until cousin Martha (Daisy Donovan) innocently feeds boyfriend Simon (Alan Tudyk) a designer drug concocted by her aspiring pharmacist brother, Troy (Kris Marshall). Until a mysterious mourner, the diminutive Peter (Peter Dinklage), reveals a tawdry surprise about the dearly beloved, documented with compromising snapshots. Until misapprehensions of infidelity, suicide and murder turn the somber affair into an absurd burlesque. To quote the dourly sour Uncle Alfie (Peter Vaughan) as he struggles with his trousers above the commode, "It's touch and go! Touch and go!"
Death at a Funeral pulls off such inspired nonsense because the characters caught up in the chaos are eminently recognizable. The unctuous Justin (Ewen Bremmer) hits on Jane even as she struggles to keep Simon from losing what's left of his LSD-addled mind. Hypochondriac cousin Howard (Andy Nyman) is so obsessed with a rash on his wrist he has little empathy to spare for the grieving widow. And, inevitable in a British comedy, the exasperated vicar (Thomas Wheatley) once again discovers that it's easier to herd cats than gather his flock around the bier for a respectable sendoff.
Critic: Rex Roberts