in the Hall: Brain Candy. (Paramount; 89 minutes; R).
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By Bill DeLapp
Canadian comic troupe, which scored a cultish success when their
TV sketchcom ran on the HBO, CBS and Comedy Central networks,
make a loopy though uncertain bid for big-screen stardom with
this anarchic head movie. Basically a raunchy satire on big business,
the brain candy of the title is an antidepressant pill that locks
into a participant's most favorite memory. The fact that the drug's
inventor (Kevin McDonald) hasn't had time for thorough research
doesn't stop the pharmaceutical kingpin (Mark McKinney) and his
unctuous yes-man executive (Newsradio's David Foley) from marketing
it, with such downbeat pill-poppers as a nihilistic rocker (Bruce
McCulloch) and a repressed homosexual (Scott Thompson) getting
of the Kids save Foley had a hand in the script (Norm Hiscock
also contributed), and they all perform at least triple- duty
with their multiple roles, many of them in drag: McCulloch dons
a dress as a lady scientist pining for McDonald, Thompson plays
a blonde German supermodel, and so on. And the hit-and-miss ratio
of funny gags to bad-taste bits is fairly even: There's a dead-on
sequence about one old lady's cherished holiday when her son's
family comes home for a 30-second Christmas dinner ("Hey, I hear
dad's dead. Sorry."), but also a few queasy scenes devoted to
a wheelchair-bound video star named Cancer Boy.
unlike the other lame cookie-cutter comedies from producer Lorne
Michaels (Tommy Boy, Black Sheep), at least Brain Candy has something
resembling an edgy attitude, with several outrageous belly-laughs
that don't seem written by a committee.
While the gay subtext, toilet humor and frequently obscene material
will keep Brain Candy alive with the cult cognoscenti, there's
enough cleverly amusing segments to convince others that maybe
these Kids are alright.
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