"The Jerk" takes the idea of the Rule of Three - that a joke can be funny, then not funny, then swing back around to funny again through repetition - and pushes it the breaking point, a style of comedy that has never worked for me and yet proves positively hilarious here. By the time M. Emmet Walsh showed up as a sniper-toting nutcase, I realized I wasn't watching a Hollywood comedy but an avant garde masterpiece.
First of all the title of this movie made me think about a whole different script, about some real dick who loves to make fun of others, probably a women; a jerk right !?
But this one was completely different. Without a proper script, a few random events put a total imbecile in some funny situations and nothing more. I laugh hard in a couple of moments but i wanted more from this movie.
So if Steve Martin is trying to act stereotypically black by being ungodly stupid, is he saying black people are ungodly stupid? If the film was more straightforward in its racism, it would've been much funnier.
Basically an illustrated stand-up performance by Martin, whose gags are fortunately good enough to withstand the inconsistent performances (Bernadette Peters seems to change personalities every scene), atrocious editing, and Carl Reiner’s lazy direction (his cameo as an inept filmmaker is unknowingly apt). Often hilarious, yet this is the beginning of the end for classic American comedy.
Todas las escenas relacionadas con el nuevorriquismo de Navin me parecieron muy divertidas. Mis favoritas: la secuencia donde vemos cada uno de los estrafalarios espacios que conforman la mansión mientras Navin los describe en una carta a su familia y el momento en el que se marcha con los pantalones abajo, llevándose algunos objetos con los que se encuentra.