Mike Smith
The film “Zoolander” is remembered for a couple of things. First, the awesome “pose” that is called Blue Steel. That is a good thing. It was also the first film to be released after September 11, 2001 in which images of the World Trade Center were digitally removed from the finished film. That’s a bad thing. Something tells me “Zoolander 2” is going to be remembered for only one thing. And it ain’t good.
It’s been almost 15 years since we last saw Derek Zoolander. he had just finished building his school “for kids that don’t read good.” As we catch up to him now, he is a pariah, the school collapsing due to poor construction (Derek had the school built out of the same materials used to build the model – including Popsicle sticks and rubber cement), killing his wife. He is soon found to be an unfit father and loses custody of his son. A mysterious designer has summoned Derek (Ben Stiller) and Hansel (Owen Wilson) to Rome to model a new line. Hoping it will resurrect their careers they jump at the chance. Sadly it doesn’t. They’d have been better off doing a sequel to a film that no one was asking for a sequel to.
No they wouldn’t.
I find it hard to believe that four people helped write this film. I’m thinking that three of them just wrote “put in awesome cameo here” on their pages. Unlike some films, like “Anchorman,” where the occasional cameo is not only expected by appreciated, this is like “Anchorman 2,” where there were so many cameos it took you out of the story. “Zoolander 2” gives you, just off the top of my head, Keifer Sutherland, Susan Sarandon, Joe Jonas, Ariana Grande, Billy Zane and Benedict Cumberbatch as a model named “All.” Not that cameos are bad. But when they seem to be the one thing driving the plot – Justin Bieber, Susan Boyle, M.C. Hammer, Tommy Hilfiger and one of the Kardashian gals – it just becomes boring.
Stiller and Wilson give their all (it’s obvious that they enjoy working together), but it’s not enough to save this film. Their fans may like this film. I’d rather send them to the Derek Zoolander School of Actors Who Don’t Read Scripts Good.
