Stretch (2014): New Joe Carnahan movie, made on one of those Blumhouse no-budget deals, except it went direct-to-video. Probably a smart move— I don’t know if Patrick Wilson is a huge theatrical draw (though I really liked him in that Space Station 76 movie earlier this year), plus it’s kind of a mess, kind of all over the map. But it’s also in one of my very favorite genres— it’s a “one crazy night" movie. I fucking love "one crazy night" movies.
Patrick Wilson plays a limo driver; Chris Pine plays the guy he drives around, this kind of douchebag Tyler Durden by way of Burning Man rich guy. I really enjoyed Chris Pine in this— I liked him when I saw the Lieutenant of Innishmore on stage but I’ve never really seen him have that kind of malevolence since then in a movie, until this one. But it’s mostly Wilson playing the Griffin Dunne / Jeff Goldblum part, having to run around Hollywood and After Hours it up. He’s by himself a lot (I like Wilson fine but it’s kind of a bummer they couldn’t have done more of a buddy thing with Pine). And that’s the movie.
Oodles of bits that don’t work— a LOT of not-great voiceover, too much voiceover like narrating stuff happening on screen for idiots; a few too many “no way that happens” moves in the plot that were hard to swallow; one of the plotlines farts its way to an ending, and the less said about another plotline the better. I don’t know if I’d call the “story” overall the strong part really. But I don’t even remember what the story was with Into the Night and I remember liking that one too.
I don’t know— I just like seeing people survive crazy nights in movies. Adventures in Babysitting, Cheap Thrills, Before Sunrise, Collateral, Go, Harold & Kumar— I like all those. Besides the “everybody’s had a crazy night or two" thing— I just think it makes for fun movies. They always kind of have that same “the whole world is a madhouse" backdrop, they’re all set at nighttime and sort of romanticize how people’s facades come down at night— people’s venality gets all primary colors at night, and they all just kind of… the characters aren’t sitting around and crying all that much to mama, a sad trumpet player or three in Collateral aside (I remember that movie mostly being Tom Cruise murdering trumpet players and glaring at coyotes…?), because they’re too busy trying to survive some crazy-night shit. Stuff’s always happening. People are always running somewhere or another, or trying to have sex, or murdering someone, or just doing them some hardcore babysitting. Like, in that movie Gladiator, they had to murder Gladiator’s wife or whoever because otherwise, he’d have just been some weird asshole— he wouldn’t have had any reason to gladiate. But if Gladiator had to survive one crazy night, instead? They could’ve let Gladiator’s wife live! It’s just a fundamentally more humane genre, from a Russel Crowe perspective, if nothing else…
So yeah, I wouldn’t really call this one a good movie (I just thought the voiceover was grating), but I had fun with it for what it is I guess, low budget guy movie nonsense for a Thursday night. Or there was just enough likable stuff in a flawed movie that I was okay with it.