Office Christmas Party
Another reminder that allowing your cast to madly improvise instead of actually providing a coherent script with a scintilla of inherent logic often leads to…
Jack Weston is in trouble. There's been a falling-out over the family garbage business, and his brother-in-law has a gun and is looking for him. Weston jumps into a cab. "Take me to the last place on Earth anybody would ever think of looking for me," he gasps. The cabbie pulls up in front of the Ritz Baths in New York and says this'll be just the place.
He neglects, however, to point out to Weston that the clientele at the Ritz is almost exclusively gay -- a misunderstanding "The Ritz" will exploit so exhaustively that, if it weren't for a few redeeming performances, it would be a one-joke movie. Weston, lugging two ungainly suitcases under his arms, barges into an art deco underworld in which the customers languidly swim, exercise, steam themselves, applaud camp musical performances at poolside and disappear into rows of numbered cubicles. Weston's role here is to be the archetypal straight man.
One of the character's problems, though -- and it becomes the movie's problem as well -- is that he's so unbelievably dumb, so slow to catch on. Forty-five minutes into the movie, he's still doing incredulous double-takes and mouthing forbidden words as he discovers what his fellow patrons are doing in their cubicles. I don't know if we're supposed to identify with his endless state of shock -- or laugh at it -- but after a while we wish the movie would be funny about something else.
And, just in the nick of time, it does. Weston runs into two of the denizens of the Ritz: The unflaggingly ambitious would-be singer Googie Gomez, and the indefatigable Claude. Each has a personal reason for pursuing Weston: Claude has a fetish for fat guys, and Googie thinks Weston is a big-time Broadway producer who will discover her and hire her for -- who knows? -- maybe a bus-and-truck tour of "Oklahoma!" Googie, played by Rita Moreno, has some of the funniest moments in the movie. To the incongruous accompaniment of a poolside orchestra in black tie, she butchers several song-and-dance numbers, loses a shoe and a wig and winds up in the pool. She is also ferocious in her ambition, tossing rivals down the laundry chute and promising Weston the hanky-panky will start after her second show.
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