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Undercover Blues by Herbert Ross
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DVD detailsActor: Dennis Quaid, Fiona Shaw, Kathleen Turner, Larry Miller, Stanley Tucci Director: Herbert Ross Brand: Sony Producer: Herbert Ross Producer: Adam Merims Producer: Andrew Bergman Producer: Kim Kurumada Producer: Mike Lobell Producer: Steve Warner Writer: Ian Abrams DVD: Region Code 1 Audio: English (Unknown), Dolby Digital 2.0 Surround; English (Subtitled); Spanish (Subtitled); French (Subtitled); English (Original Language), Dolby Digital 2.0 Surround; Spanish (Original Language), Dolby Digital 2.0 Mono; Spanish (Dubbed), Dolby Digital 2.0 Mono Format: Anamorphic, Closed-captioned, Color, Dubbed, DVD, Full Screen, NTSC, Subtitled, Widescreen Picture Format: 1.85:1 Running Time: 90 minutes DVD Release Date: 2003-04-01 Audience Rating: PG-13 (Parental Guidance Suggested) Studio: MGM (Video & DVD)
DVD Reviews of Undercover BluesDVD Review: "My name... is Muerte!" Summary: 4 Stars
Take Kathleen Turner's sex appeal and Dennis Quaid's roguish grin, then Stanley Tucci's hilarious turn and the sheer enchanting cuteness of the baby, and, okay, the movie's premise - and what you get are the saving graces of UNDERCOVER BLUES. It's an interesting take, what this movie's going for. In pairing up Quaid and Turner - both of whom have dialed up the charm - the flick strives for that witty, urbane Nick & Nora Charles chemistry. And your buying into it (or not) depends on whether you can keep in mind that UNDERCOVER BLUES is intentionally shooting for farce, and not so much with the believability.
Just a reminder that before Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt brought the sexy to the beautiful but deadly married couple thing in Mr. & Mrs. Smith (Widescreen Edition), Kathleen Turner and Dennis Quaid were there first. Jeff and Jane Blue are American secret agents who are holidaying in New Orleans, on an 18-month leave from the espionage game and cooing over their months-old baby daughter. But the Blues are called back into action when an old adversary gets her hands on a supersecret plastic explosive device, and I kind of dig that they take on the mission, not out of some sense of patriotism, but for bonus pay and an extended maternity leave. Toss in two persistent but out-of-their league New Orleans cops who suss out that there's something peculiar about the Blues and also a bumbling petty thief brandishing a disproportionately grandiose demeanor and who keeps trying to take out Jeff Blue, and it's still not enough to make our deliriously happy, ultra-competent couple work up a sweat.
I think that Turner and Quaid play off each other beautifully, despite that there isn't much character depth or development and that the repartee given isn't as sparkling as the writers of the screenplay would have you think. But the easy-going appeal of the leads pushes aside those shortcomings. This is the sort of film which lets you know early on that there's no need to get concerned about the protagonists. There's not a lot here that's entrenched in reality. No one dies, or no one important anyway. The tone here is so determinedly breezy and arched that whatever potential gravitas there is is rendered inconsequential. There's only one scene, really, in which the Blues' unflappability wavers, and then it's only a fleeting moment (and, as it turns out, part of the plan).
- Stanley Tucci's character, about to mug Jeff Blue: "My name... is Muerte!"
- Jeff Blue: "I'm pleased to meet you, Morty. My name is Jeff."
There's a peppering of familiar faces, but Stanley Tucci easily stands out from the crowd. Tucci's talent for physical comedy (which I didn't know he had) is on full display here. Tucci's character, that poor sap, in dogged pursuit of payback, just keeps on taking his lumps. But the howlingly funny parts simply have to be whenever he lets out that girly squeal. Some of the sorry stuff that happens to him, it reminds me of what those crooks in HOME ALONE went thru. Saul Rubinek and an underused Tom Arnold also pop up, as does an extremely annoying and lispy Larry Miller.
Some of the comedy works; there are some pretty good one-liners. Tucci, as mentioned, is hilarious. I bought into Quaid and Turner as two secret agents in love, and they have the physicality and athleticism to pull off the action sequences. As for the Blues' constant sheer disregard for all possible threats and the fact that they persist in bringing their baby along in their investigations, I did have to remind myself a time or two that, hey, this is meant to be a farce and not a serious thriller grounded in reality. Going back to one element in the six Thin Man whodunit films, Nick and Nora Charles in many of their scenes together acted as if no else in the room mattered, partly because they were so in love and partly because the supporting character seemed interchangeable (the cops, the villains, the suspects) and so weren't worth taking seriously. Turner and Quaid affect this same obliviousness, and their nonchalance is so marked that at times there's a chance of a disconnect between the film and the viewer. So, keep in mind - farce.
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Description of Undercover BluesUNDERCOVER BLUES - DVD Movie When fun-loving American agents Dennis Quaid and Kathleen Turner are called back from maternity leave for a special assignment in New Orleans, the spy parents decide to skip the sitter and give their bouncing baby girl the adventure of a lifetime. There's nothing to the dumb story about a deadly arms dealer (Fiona Shaw) in the Louisiana Bayou, but you'd be hard put to find a friskier pair of doting parents. Quaid is all dimpled grins and cocky cool and Turner is the most maternal martial arts mom you've ever seen, but Stanley Tucci almost steals the film as the hot-blooded threat thug Morty ("That?s Muerte!"). His macho mission of vengeance becomes pure slapstick silliness punctuated by girlish squeals of alarm. Dumb? Sure, but the deft comic direction of Herbert Ross and bubbly chemistry of Quaid and Turner make Undercover Blues far more fun that it should be. --Sean Axmaker
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