Dylan Walsh, Laura Linney, Ernie Hudson, Tim Curry, Grant Heslov,
Joe Don Baker, Adewale Akinnuoye-Agbaje, Amy, James Karen, Mary
Ellen Trainor, Stuart Pankin
minutes, Directed by: Frank Marshall
Description:Adaptation of a Michael Crichton novel about
an expedition into deep, dark Africa that runs into an unknown race of killer
heroes in Congo are being interrogated by troops who have
captured them in some obscure central African country. "Who are
they? What are they doing there?" their interrogator wants to know. One of the characters shakes his head
disbelievingly, uttering "this is pure Kafka, man!"
"Who is Kafka? Who is Kafka?" the interrogator
demands to know.
And that is about
the only intentionally funny scene in Congo. Don't take me
wrong however: Congo is a very funny movie, although I somehow
suspect that the movie doesn't try to be intentionally funny.
Then again, maybe not, because it's very unlikely if the movie's
screenwriters wrote lines like "two more porters deserted during
the night" (that portent of doom employed in many a Tarzan
movie) while keeping a straight face.
Or Tim Curry's horribly
fake Romanian accent, the prospect of finding King Solomon's
Mines in the jungle, a talking gorilla, an Indiana Jones ending,
porters singing California Dreaming, and countless more.
Let's be frank:
this movie, along with The Ghost and the Darkness (which I
also recently saw on video) are amazingly retro. They belong to
the old 1950s genre of the jungle movie. Any moment I was
expecting Johnny Weissmuller to come swinging through the jungle.
If you have a highly developed sense of the absurd and an
appreciation for movie clichés then you'll find Congo a
hoot. (Yes, it's worthy of Mystery Science Theatre
3000 treatment.) If not, then
you're well advised to stay away.