Perfect Host David Hyde
July 1, 2011 by Post Team
Perfect Host David Hyde, A black comedy c*m thriller that swings between mania and direct the occasional flashback dreamy, romantic explanation, “The Perfect Host” is a mix that deviates from the madness inspired thriller with touches working over the superior writing madness and sometimes lazy.
That does not mean there is not much to enjoy the film, not least of which is the performance of David Hyde Pierce as Warwick, the host with the most … reasons to see a psychiatrist.
“The Perfect Host” fits the thriller category of black comedy, at least for most of the film. This is a small group, a mix of genres and the risk of any filmmaker. The ticket lists are full of failed experiments, and it is unlikely for the first time with director Nick Tomnay (who co-wrote the screenplay with Krishna Jones) is enough here to avoid that fate. Netflix, video on demand and cable viewing seems more natural fit.
First the good: “The Perfect Host” has more turns than a mountain road with at least a few that you cannot see it coming. The problem with this genre, however, is not so easy to talk about it without revealing some of the things that lurk in the corners.
Pierce is, as always, a pleasure to see. It began as a version slightly less prissy Niles television show “Frasier,” Pierce “Warwick” is a single, well beyond aesthetics, indefinite occupation, which is preparing to host a party when John, a man we know is a bank robber wounded, rings his bell. Posing as a friend of a friend of Warwick, Julia (information obtained from a stolen card mailbox Warwick), John speaks of his way to the house, which are its history and a plan on the fly.
John is not very good at it, and in the short term, burned his “coverage” and begins to verbally and physically abuse Warwick, all with a limp and bleeding profusely amazing cut on my foot. Also varies from one extreme to another, at first said Warwick, “I’ll kill you. That is a decision that I’ve done,” and the phrase telling him that if he behaves well, does not hurt. Well? What is it? Threatening evil or just a bad person having a bad day?
The thing is that the stress of the day, the loss of blood, wine and maybe something in the wine combine to literally play John in the ass, giving Warwick the opportunity to unleash the first in a torrent of acuity refers to the wine: “It’s a bit cheeky drop, right?”
From there, the night (and unfortunately, the movie) starts to rotate in directions unknown, both funny and horrible, as Pierce decadent and afraid of hostages (“You can not kill me. I have a dinner”) to displaying a dazzling array of psychosis that would give any player a run for their money (not to mention putting any real human being in a psychiatric ward).
For the past 20 to 25 minutes, all the humor and terror all gone, and what remains is a thriller with few false endings, and does not need a sub-plot and a protagonist who is playing crazy clean. Unfortunately, it seems that the filmmakers could not fully commit to funny, suspenseful or horrible and tried to be all three with mediocre success. It’s almost as if they were afraid to pull the trigger and ended up being too cautious.
As for the issue, while Clayne Crawford (the picture of a young Ray Liotta) does a decent job, like John, Pierce is basically required to make the film, and complete non-actor can inhabit many genres as psychosis until order. Support functions are made of wood or non-existent, and the movie have benefited with more meat-out support.
The main problem is that “perfect host” does not seem to want to know what it is, and change the film genres in the middle of business is very difficult.
While it has some really funny moments and some really induce sigh, never a very dark and subversive comedy never fully into the possibility of terror. Basically, the movie leaves off the hook, which is a shame because there is two-thirds of a very good movie and very twisted here.
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