Death To Smoochy

After Rainbow Randolph (Robin Williams) gets fired for a bribing scandal, Sheldon Mopes is able to become a superstar child entertainer with his character, Smoochy The Rhino. But this pure-hearted soul has a lot of problems in his hands, such as corrupt children’s organizations, evil managers, and the constant threat of a mentally disturbed Rainbow Randolph.
Directed by Danny DeVito, this is his best comedy since War Of The Roses, only this one is twice as insane and blacker than my asshole. Yes, I was rather surprised about how explicit and vulgar it is, but I appreciated it as well. DeVito took a risk, and even if it didn’t pay off at the box office, the film has since become a cult favorite and it’s easy to see why. The movie is full of great performances, with Edward Furlong and Catherine Keener playing great leads and having great chemistry. The rest of the cast includes a great list of character actors, like Jon Stewart, Harvey Fierstein, the late Vincent Schiavelli and DeVito himself as a corrupt manager. But again, it’s Robin Williams who steals the show as the deranged, foul-mouthed Randolph, playing the character like an insane Pee-Wee Herman. He’s got the best lines (“I’m a fraud, I’m a wicked man who’s done wicked acts…”) and delivers them fiercely. Then there’s the cinematography, something not many people seem to notice amid all the chaos. It’s directed and photographed as a Neo-Noir, and this only adds to the situation. An insanely underrated film, catch it if you still haven’t.