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Your Mommy Kills Animals - Review

Quick trivia question: in 2005, who did the FBI deem to be the number one domestic terrorist threat in the United States? If you answered al-Qaeda, you're wrong. According to the FBI, our biggest danger in 2005 came not from Islamic fundamentalists, but from homegrown animal rights activists. That astonishing (especially if you consider that the KKK, anti-abortion movement, and other violent groups have never even made the list) fact is the starting point for Curt Johnson's riveting film Your Mommy Kills Animals, an incendiary but balanced account of the battle over animal rights. It's the best kind of documentary, in that if you're a thinking person it is nearly impossible to watch the movie without having your point of view challenged and questioned—no matter what side of the issue you're on, this film will give you evidence that both supports and contradicts your beliefs. It will also scare the hell out of you if you have any kind of passion for the first amendment, as it shows how the boogeyman of "terrorism" can be used to suppress any speech that the government doesn't like.

The documentary begins with two equally shocking scenes designed to put the audience on edge: in one, an animal rights activist grabs a fur-wearing woman and beats her in the street, and in the other a series of pets are brutalized in a "shelter." It's unclear whether the first incident is staged (the second clearly isn't), but the point is obvious: whichever side of the animal rights movement you're on, Johnson is going to rub your face in the cruel extremes of your point of view. Yet the movie as a whole is less binary than this introduction implies; as the film unfolds, Johnson showcases a wide variety of perspectives on the issue, showing how even within the animal rights movement there is great disagreement and how there's plenty of hypocrisy to go around on all sides.

The most extreme and outspoken activists—and the ones who most justify the FBI's designation as terrorists—are the members of the Animal Liberation Front (ALF), a group so devoted to their cause that some of them publicly endorse the murders of researchers engaged in animal testing. Johnson interviews several spokespeople for the group and provides footage from their speeches and attacks (including bombings and assaults on doctors), and he juxtaposes this material with contrary points of view regarding the importance of animal testing in curing human diseases and the parallels between ALF and the wackiest fringes of the pro-life movement. Yet before the viewer can get too comfortable, Johnson challenges these arguments with footage that indicates nothing short of extremism will stop the undeniable savagery that corporations practice, and he demonstrates that militant tactics work—a number of financial institutions stop doing business with Huntingdon Life Sciences, a company engaged in massive animal abuse, after being harassed by activists.

Johnson also implies that extremism on the activist side is a natural response to governmental abuse; why wouldn't activists move to more outrageous behavior when conventional free speech is prosecuted, as it is in the case of six animal rights proponents who are imprisoned simply for campaigning to shut down Huntingdon's animal testing facilities? What ultimately emerges from the documentary is the terror inflicted by absolutists on both sides—people who, as journalist Christopher Hitchens notes, are terrorists because of their absolute conviction that they are right, a conviction that leaves no room for tolerance or debate. This means that the villains of the piece range from the most aggressive members of the ALF on one side to the President of the United States on the other. Indeed, one of the most chilling aspects of the film is its depiction of how George W. Bush and the Department of Homeland Security deflect attention from their own failures in the "war on terror" by redefining what terror is—only an administration this out of touch with reality could make a convincing case that college kids protesting animal cruelty are a threat on a par with Osama bin Laden. In the end, this is the greatness of Your Mommy Kills Animals: that it moves beyond animal rights to consider the larger issue of how political speech of a certain persuasion is persecuted more vigorously than murder, rape, or other violent crimes. Perhaps it shouldn't come as a surprise that Johnson himself has claimed to be harassed by federal agents just for making this film, something that proves the movie's point. If a director of a relatively even-handed documentary who is far from a radical leftist (his last film as a producer, in fact, was entitled Michael Moore Hates America) is considered a threat, who's next?

I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry - Review

Alexander Payne and Jim Taylor won an Oscar for their screenplay for Sideways. For their part in dropping the big stink bomb I Now Pronounce You Chuck & Larry—their co-conspirator Barry Fanaro won two Emmys for his work on The Golden Girls, but that somehow seems appropriate—the Academy should force them to give it back. As scripts go, this one reeks. It never rises above the level of a really wretched sitcom. And in presenting a ludicrous scenario in which two straight guys pretend to be gay, it tries to have it both ways. The humor is often deliberately offensive—racist, sexist, and homophobic as it reaches for the hat trick—but then it wraps it all up in a politically correct bow in the end.

In other words, it is a typical Adam Sandler movie, since again he plays the mean-spirited jerk who is revealed to be a nice guy in the end. Once more, it is a transition that defies belief, as does his role as New York firefighter Chuck Levine, catnip to the ladies—apparently Chuck & Larry takes place in some bizarro world where petulant truculence is considered charming. He reluctantly agrees to become domestic partner to his best friend, fellow fireman and widower Larry Valentine (Kevin James) to protect Larry's pension for his two kids in the event of Larry's death (it's a long, incredible story). When fraud investigator Clinton Fitzer (Steve Buscemi) starts sniffing around, the pals travel to Canada to marry on the advice of attorney Alex McDonough (Jessica Biel).

The results are predictable. Their fellow firefighters ostracize them when the news gets out, even though they should be among the first to realize that it is all a scam. The pair become a cause celebre in the gay community. Chuck falls in love with Alex, who just adores her new gay best friend so much that she invites him to feel her up just to prove her breasts are real. Not a stereotype, gay or straight, goes unturned, finding expression even in the guise of Larry's musical-loving young son (Cole Morgen). And for good measure, Sandler's fellow SNL alum Rob Schneider adds some ugly Asian stereotypes for good measure in his role as a wedding chapel proprietor. Even in a comedy as tasteless as this one strives to be, some of the humor is really beyond the pale, such as when Chuck—who is constantly telling Larry that he needs to get past his wife's death already, it's been three years—tries to get under Larry's skin by joking about his dead spouse. Yep, the guy's a keeper all right.

But I Now Pronounce You Chuck & Larry's biggest sin is not in the many ways it seeks to offend or in the way it veers into PC self-righteous sanctimony at the climax or even in its insistence that a bright lawyer like Alex would fall for a smarmy jackass like Chuck. No, what makes this celluloid trash one of the worst movies that you may suffer through this year is that it is not funny. It does not aim high, yet it cannot even hit the low targets it sets for itself. It is simply painful.