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Giant Snowball

Hampstead Heath helped to produce a super-massive snowball that was eventually pushed down the hill after much protestation from the safety police.

Paul Blart: Mall Cop Movie Review

Comedy
Starring Kevin James, Jayma Mays, Keir O'Donnell and Shirley Knight.
Directed by Steve Carr.
PG. 87 minutes. At Bay Area theaters.

Possibly the unanimated screen cousin followup to Kung Fu Panda, Paul Blart: Mall Cop answers the pressing question - Can a chubby guy be a superhero too - in the resounding affirmative. TV's King of Queens lovable working stiff Kevin James relocates to suburban Jersey in an even larger than life silly but good natured laughathon on the big screen as the corpulent crimefighter mall cop in question, who's more than a little obsessive about cornering anyone shopping around for trouble.
Directed by Steve Carr (Daddy Day Care, Next Friday) and co-written by Kevin James, Paul Blart: Mall Cop stars James as the hapless 21st century Jackie Gleason, scorned and ridiculed both on and off the job, but not hearing any of it. Between nurturing elaborate fantasies of supersized superheroics, Blart spends a typical day running over a neighborhood dog tailgating his scooter on the way to work, directing civilians to exactly which stores the heated toilet seats are located in, and being subjected to a Victoria's Secret beatdown by an irate shopper dissing the slutty underwear.

Blart is also a single dad duped into a green card marriage by an even more rotund illegal alien femme fatale, who left him to raise preteen daughter Maya (Raini Rodriguez) alone. But he's showered with plenty of maternal doting, emotional support and platefuls of food at home by both Mom (Shirley Knight) and surrogate parentally inclined Maya.

And though the family is eager to match him up with a mate online, Blart wears his heart conspicuously on his sleeve at work, nursing a crush on perky wig saleslady Amy (Jayma Mays). But running interference on his courtship moves, is a gang of cutthroat shoplifters who show up one day, intent on conspiring a hostile takeover of the premises on skateboards, and committing assorted acts of mall malice.

Not to worry, Blart singlehandedly sets his sights on finally getting a chance to seriously show his stuff chasing down these athletic accomplices. Which includes making the most of his mountainous assets like gargantuan sliding and slithering around the mall, and flattening the felons with the advantage of his ample torso, when not beating up a perp with a handy tanning machine. He also gets a little help from a jar of some sort of wickedly spicy condiment called The Devil's Crotch, enough said.

Paul Blart: Mall Cop is an affectionate if often sitcomish ode to creative copping and mindless mall madness. In any case, James sweats it out lifting the material above the mundane and derivative, and nicely proves that in an emergency, size matters and extra large superheroes can rule.

Bride Wars - Movie Review

Comedy.
Starring Anne Hathaway and Kate Hudson.
Directed by Gary Winick.
(PG. 90 minutes. At Bay Area theaters.)



It's hard to imagine a less palatable premise: Two privileged young Manhattanites morph from best friends into bridezillas and tear each other apart over who gets to have the Best Wedding Ever.
The concept seems dated. Throwing away hundreds of thousands of dollars on the perfect flowers and the perfect dress and the perfect save-the-date announcement is so early 2008. In these recessionary times, it's not just misogynistic to assume that intelligent women turn into feral dogs at the sight of a Tiffany gift box, but it's also beside the point. Excessive spending is as declasse as the Bush administration.
And yet, for all its clunky moments, "Bride Wars" isn't a complete disaster. Anne Hathaway, who plays schoolteacher Emma to Kate Hudson's power-lunching young lawyer Liv, gives a parallel performance to her turn in "The Devil Wears Prada"; both films walk the line between glorifying and satirizing the wedding and beauty industries, although "Prada" is the more effective of the two.
"Bride Wars" finds fertile ground to mock but spends too much time in the trenches of slapstick warfare to deliver any really stunning takedowns. As far as broad comedy goes, though, it's no more or less silly than the latest Will Ferrell movie and delivers enough laughs to justify its more ridiculous stunts.
The setup is that Emma and Liv, childhood best friends from New Jersey, once glimpsed a wedding at the Plaza Hotel and then spent countless hours re-creating it in Emma's attic. The question of how that fantasy managed to stay at the center of their lives through high school, college, graduate school and adult life in New York City is never answered; it's the central weakness of the film, in the same way that the refusal to consider abortion makes Judd Apatow's "Knocked Up" difficult to swallow.
As women in their late 20s, Emma and Liv have maintained their close friendship (with improbably great wardrobes), but change is around the corner: Both have live-in boyfriends and real jobs and friends who are getting married. The hard-charging Liv can't wait for her ring - she literally can't wait, as an accidental discovery leads to an engagement party without an actual engagement - while the softer Emma is less maniacal, but both are eager to jump into a new era of adulthood.
Hudson, who has inherited at least some of her mother, Goldie Hawn's, great timing, doesn't quite have the depth of Hathaway, who has demonstrated that she can take on shallow comedic roles and intense dramatic turns with equal aplomb, but she makes a credible Liv. With Cleopatra-like eye makeup and shiny blond hair, Hudson certainly looks the part of a type-A achiever, ready and willing to take control of a situation. Both actresses are fun to watch, even in the lamest moments of their fight.
Once their sugar-and-spice characters have been sketched, the plot kicks in. Emma gets a surprise proposal, and all of a sudden, both women are marching into famous (?) wedding planner Marion St. Claire's pink office to plan their nuptials. The shrieking and hugging come to an abrupt stop, though, when both get booked at the Plaza on the same afternoon. One of them will have to find another venue and date. The horror!
The film is well paced, but there are a few recurring problems: One nagging annoyance is the narration by Candice Bergen, who plays St. Claire. She delivers great, droll one-liners - stealing scenes in lowbrow comedies seems to be her niche since she appeared as a Vogue editor in the "Sex and the City" TV show and movie - but her halting cadence makes for cringe-worthy voice-overs. The fuzzy photo montages also need to go away.
After the fur flies - let's just say a Butter-of-the-Month club, a tanning salon and an extremely inappropriate wedding video are involved - the finale brings home the message that friendship trumps wedding planning. The larger issue, about the meaning of impossibly lavish and obsessively planned weddings, goes ignored, but this film isn't trying to be a probing examination of the American female psyche.
If you came to see two pretty girls in wedding dresses wrestle, you won't be disappointed. The sequel is a no-brainer, too: After the ideal wedding comes deluxe strollers, Baby Einstein and the sprawling industry of perfect parenting. "Bride Wars" will beget "Baby Wars." Maybe, next time, instead of fighting each other, Emma and Liv can take on more worthy opponents.