I’m reposting the review of Cedar Rapids I originally wrote at Sundance, now that it’s in theaters (at least in these cities). When I wrote it, I worried all the festival spectacle would keep me from being able to write a fair review. But my girlfriend dragged me to it again over the weekend, and if anything, it was better than I remembered. John C. Reilly is a God.
Cedar Rapids: Another Miguel Arteta comedy stupid people won’t get
Before I start my review of Cedar Rapids, I thought, in the interests of diversity, I’d share the review I overheard from the two old guys standing next to me on the bus coming back from the theater.
OLD GUY 1: That black guy was hysterical! When he was doing those jokes about The Wire?
OLD GUY 2: The black guy was in The Wire?
OLD GUY 1: Yeah! He was like the second biggest cop on The Wire!
OLD GUY 2: Oh yeah, he was great. And you know Anne Hetch’s character, she reminded me of that Vera Fegamo, when she played the traveling salesman in that one movie? Aw Christ, what was it called…
(No one says anything. “…Up in the Air?” I offer.)
OLD GUY 2: Yeah! Up in the Air! She reminded me of Vera Fegamo in that.
Long story short, they liked it.