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- June 25, 1990: In Search Of Eddie Murphy
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- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1990
- June 25, 1990 Who Gives A Hoot?
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- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- CINEMA, Page 77
- In Search of Eddie Murphy
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- <body>
- <p>The gifts that made him a star have disappeared into self-parody
- </p>
- <p>By Richard Schickel
- </p>
- <p> A moment's silence, please, for the late great Eddie Murphy,
- wild child in the promised land of superstardom. Now missing
- and presumed dead, the bold young adventurer was last seen in
- the 1984 megahit Beverly Hills Cop. Though a figure billed as
- "Eddie Murphy" has been spotted flitting through the underbrush
- of a variety of dismal movies since then, it seems likely that
- he is being played by a stunt double. Or possibly a stunted
- double.
- </p>
- <p> What Murphy was looking for when he headed up-country into
- the wilderness of the self was not unreasonable. He needed to
- find a screen character that he, and the audience, could live
- with comfortably over the length of an entire movie. For he was
- essentially a sketch artist, creator on TV's Saturday Night
- Live of marvelous and curiously healing parodies of racial
- stereotypes: Tyrone Green, Velvet Jones, the glorious Buckwheat.
- His best early movies, 48 Hrs. and Trading Places, permitted
- him the freedom to do variations on these characters, but he
- didn't have to carry these pictures alone. He had strong
- co-stars in well-developed roles sharing his burdens.
- </p>
- <p> And when he finally soloed in the first Beverly Hills Cop,
- the context was artfully fashioned for him. He was a
- mean-streets guy dislocatingly, dangerously plunked down on the
- bland streets of America's ultimate suburbia. He was poised
- between ambition and anger, between the need to ingratiate
- himself with the predominantly white mass audience and, at the
- same time, the need to tell it hard truths. He was a performer
- running risks with his audience, but more important, with his
- slightly schizoid self. Destructive possibilities--of the
- comedian's always tenuous bond with his audience, therefore of
- career--were hinted at. We were kept on edge by him, and for
- him.
- </p>
- <p> But the fear of self-destruction often leads to self-parody,
- and that, in particularly dreary forms, is what Murphy has been
- offering in recent years. In Coming to America he was all sweet
- reason. In Harlem Nights he was all sour obscenities. In
- Beverly Hills Cop II he was simply drowned out by a series of
- explosions. And now, in Another 48 Hrs., he is almost
- invisible.
- </p>
- <p> Judged purely by what director Walter Hill has put on the
- screen, Another 48 Hrs. is a movie mainly about the several
- pretty ways that glass shatters when bullets or bodies are
- propelled through it. It is also not insignificantly about
- boots. There are many elegant close-ups of them as their
- bad-dude owners go menacingly about their wicked ways. These
- are the only shots that have any passion invested in them. The
- rest of the film is all awkward maneuver, without wit or
- feeling. Screenwriters John Fasano, Jeb Stuart and Larry Gross
- labor to arrange a plausible reason to reunite Murphy's smooth
- crook, Reggie Hammond, with rough cop Jack Cates (Nick Nolte)
- and place them in the kind of violent situations and give them
- the kind of rude comic exchanges that made the original 48 Hrs.
- a hit.
- </p>
- <p> If this movie is all surfaces, Murphy is all subtext. He is,
- in effect, asking the audience to do his work for him, to read
- into his minimal smirks and gestures, his first-draft gags, the
- unique qualities he once possessed. There is something smug and
- sleek about him. Sometimes, frankly, there is something
- threatening, almost Godfatherish, about his deadly, bland
- self-possession. Indeed, the credits for Another 48 Hrs., like
- those of all his recent films, are loaded with names from his
- entourage. One gets the impression that he has used his
- independence to seal himself off from anyone capable of saying
- anything but yes to him. Which means, of course, that he is
- sealed off from the world that was the source of his anger, his
- inspiration, his clarifying strength.
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