Moretz in a bikini in the still-unreleased I Love
You, Daddy (2017)
This is Louis C.K.'s attempt to make a Woody
Allen movie about Woody Allen. Well, to be a bit more
precise, it portrays a thinly disguised version of Woody
Allen: a prolific elderly filmmaker who is adored by
many, but is also obsessed with young women, and accused
of molesting a child. The Woody character is played by
John Malkovich, which certainly doesn't make the whole
portrayal any less creepy.
The dramatic conflict in the film is this. The Louis
C.K. character, a TV show creator who worships "Woody"
and defends him against unproven accusations of
impropriety, changes his tune when "Woody" sets his
sights on C.K's own minor daughter (Chloe Grace Moretz).
ILYD is similar in tone to the final season of CK's TV
series. I'd call it laughless "cringe comedy," of which
I am no big fan. I really like the way CK weaves his own
awkwardness and blunt self-deprecation into his
stand-up, and I enjoyed some of the early episodes of
his series, but I found the later episodes of that TV
show appallingly humorless, so off-target that I
couldn't even tell if he was still trying to be funny.
This movie isn't that ungainly, but that's only because
of the presence of Charlie Day, who played his role for
obvious ribald laughs. Frankly, Charlie's role is
totally unnecessary to the storyline, so it seems to
have been added because CK realized he had to sweeten
the script with some broader, more relatable humor. That
was probably the right decision, because without
Charlie's shenanigans, obvious and gauche though they
may be, the film could not be called a comedy at all.
Look, this film was never going to be a blockbuster.
ILYD is a low-budget and tonally inconsistent B&W
film. The most comparable Woody Allen film would
probably be Stardust Memories. Given that (admittedly
imperfect) comparison, this movie would have had a very
small audience, so it was with no great regrets about
lost revenue that the distributors pulled it from the
schedule upon the recent revelations about CK's own
sexual improprieties. I'm guessing that the box office
for this film would not even have been enough to cover
marketing and distribution, so the distributors probably
made more profit by shelving it.
Damn, it's easy to take the moral high ground when
there's no financial risk.
If you are wondering whether it is any good as a
low-rent, independent, pseudo-Woody film, well, it
on Rotten Tomatoes, so I guess it's fair to say
the flick is one of those which divides critics. The
people who hated it found its sexual politics loathsome,
but some others considered that a plus, applauding CK's
willingness to face difficult subjects head-on. I made
it through the entire film and didn't find it a total
waste of time. Maybe I was rubbernecking a known train
wreck, but I don't think so. It's watchable. On the
other hand, I think those
in the positive category must be real fans of CK's
work, because I am coming up with no good reason to
Bruni Tedeschi in Like Crazy (2016) in 720p
Offidani in Castle Freak (1995) in 720p
Crampton and Suzee Slater in Chopping Mall (1986)
Quigley in Silent Night, Deadly Night (1984) in
Gaubert in Camille 2000 (1969) in 1080hd