“Made”: here’s evidence for the other side of debate — why certain actors, who should barely be allowed to act in the first place, should not be allowed to write or direct.Jennifer Jason Leigh and Alan Cumming (and all of their buddies) were proof of the positive. Maybe not a sturdy example of filmmaking, but a decent act of entertaining moviemaking. Jon Favreau should be one of those not allowed to even think of directing again. The most surprising thing about his unalloyed effort is not how terrible it is, but that it was shot by Wong Kar-wai usual, Christopher Doyle, and how horrible it looked. (Hand-held style, jumpy for the whole affair. It might have been DV — it looked bad enough to be, but since Artisan decided this wasn’t important enough to send out press notes for, I can’t tell you for sure.) The 15-page script is diluted and bloated out to a 90-minute excursion by interpolating “fuckin’ this” and “fuckin’ that” as every other word — sometimes even “fuckin’ fuck.” Favreau and his buddy/co-star Vince Vaughn say it more times than they breathe, and that’s no exaggeration. Favreau is annoying enough all alone, when you toss in his sidekick Vaughn, whose cocksure, smug and deformed sense of overacting is like Ben Affleck’s showboatiness intensified to the hundredth power, it becomes absolutely unbearable; for 5-minutes or 50-minutes, it’s far too much torture for any period of time. Some actors should never be given cinematic liberties at all.
With Famke Janssen, Sean “Puff Daddy” Combs and a cameo by Dustin “Screech” Diamond.Final Verdict: F.