Someone please explain to me the ethereal appeal of Rashida Jones. The actress boasts an incalculable allure that evades definition. In her now defunct role as Ann Perkins on NBCs Parks & Recreation, it was as if Joness sole purpose was to stand, look pretty, throw in a few awkward asides, and receive unending compliments from Amy Poehler, most of which felt more like impositions than observations. We get it, Amy, you dont have to convince us to like Rashida Jones because we already do. Her appearance in films and TV often adds an intangibly winning quality. Alas, despite all of her best efforts, even Jones cannot salvage the furiously unfunny calamity that is Cuban Fury.
Though the hook of the film itself is originalformer British teen salsa dancing champion seeks to regain his fleet-footed finesse to impress his beautiful American bossthe execution is so poorly structured that even the films few breakout scenes feel like flukes rather than well-choreographed sequences. Helmed by first-time feature director James Griffiths and starring Nick Frost (co-star of Edgar Wrights far superior Cornetto Trilogy), the ploddingly insipid film barely leaves the ground before it is inundated with an uninspired setup and hateful, outdated jokes. A woman as the new boss at an engineering company? She must be a hairy beast! An overweight man riding a bicycle? Wouldnt want to be those tires! The list goes on, but the lines are so antiquated that youll swear youve heard them before.
Frost plays Bruce, the aforementioned former salsa champ, who, at the height of his ascension to teenage dancing acclaim, is pummeled by bullies and so disheartened into giving up his passion for good. Years later, slumping through life as a dejected, middle-aged engineer, Bruce unearths the fire in his feet after learning that his new boss, Julia (Jones), is also a salsa enthusiast. But while he rediscovers the dance floor with help from his sister (played by an eager Olivia Colman) and his discarded one-time coach (rendered with grumpy restraint by Ian McShane), Bruce is sidled in his romantic attempts by his insufferable co-worker Drew (Chris ODowd, doing the best he can with a detestably woeful script).
The films outcome is so glaringly predictable that I wont delve into any more specifics. And while I applaud Frost for the seven-months of rigorous dance training that he dedicated toward prepping for the role, in the end, his salsa skills are lacking both the grace and pizzazz of a former champion. He certainly gives it his all, but when pitted against real-life salsa stars, its difficult to overlook his deficient dance moves.
Which brings us back to Jones. She, too, takes her turn on the dance floor, and while her tipping and twirling is a bit more believable, her confounded expression throughout says otherwise. Even at her most fetching, its evident that the actress longs for roles in a more well-conceived, non-sexist endeavors (I Love You, Man and Celeste and Jesse Forever are past standouts that come to mind). And ODowd does manage to deliver one rather prescient joke that sums up my thoughts on this gyrating dreck: How can you take something so seriously thats named after a dip? This particular dip has long expired.
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