King of The Hilarious

Mike Judge returns to form.
King of The Hilarious
LEAVE IT TO BEAVIS: Few filmmakers have as nuanced and funny a take on middle-American oddballs as Mike Judge.

It remains one of the most glaring instances of a studio’s mistreating a filmmaker in an industry famous for such cautionary tales. On September 1, 2006, Mike Judge’s Idiocracy trickled its way into 130 theaters in seven North American cities after two years of languishing on the shelf at Twentieth Century Fox. A scattershot, overly cynical satire about a future in which all Americans are subliterate and addicted to consumer products, Idiocracy was hardly the Austin-based writer-director-producer’s finest hour. But the studio’s handling of the film (no advance screenings for critics, virtually nonexistent trailers and print ads) suggested something much worse. According to Judge, Fox was frustrated by the film’s middling test-market scores and hoped Idiocracy would find an audience through word of mouth, à la his cult classic, Office Space—a tricky prospect considering that few people even realized Judge had made a new film. The great irony, he says now, is that of the numerous projects he pitched after Office Space, Idiocracy was the one that studio execs and his agents deemed to have the most commercial potential. “The wisdom of Hollywood,” he noted wryly, when we spoke earlier this summer.

Happy news, Judge fans: The creator of Beavis and Butt-head and King of the Hill has regained his cinematic mojo. Extract, opening this month, once again finds him doing what he does best, observing with both a jaundiced eye and a generous heart the foibles of a group of middle-American oddballs. Freed from the burdensome clutter of Idiocracy’s cut-rate special effects (not to mention the sourpuss inertia of that film’s star, Luke Wilson), he taps back into the freewheeling storytelling style of the best King of the Hill episodes. Extract is a movie that seems made up as it happily bounces along. Without the interference of studio bean counters—the film was financed independently and is being released in the U.S. by Miramax—Judge conjures up an atmosphere that is modest and relaxed. The result is enough to give one hope that, in this age of comic-porno extremity, when capturing an audience’s imagination means shocking them with outré sex acts ( Brüno) and obnoxious stereotypes ( The Hangover), there might still be a place for this singular artist’s brand of world-weary charm.

The hero of Extract, which I screened in unfinished form in July, is Joel (the wonderful Jason Bateman), the owner of a company that produces a line of flavor extracts. Married to a graphic designer (Kristen Wiig) who no longer wants to have sex with him, surrounded at the factory by a gaggle of bickering nimrods and a second in command ( J. K. Simmons) who insists on calling everyone “Dinkus,” Joel functions as a kind of spiritual cousin to the frustrated IT wonks in Office Space; imagine Ron Livingston’s Peter, ten years older, having decided to become his own boss, only to discover that authority is accompanied by a whole new set of responsibilities that he never wanted in the first place. Just as in Office Space, much of the pleasure here comes from Judge’s exquisite eye for the banal characters of modern life and his ability to mock these people without ever tipping over into meanness. Meet the nattering next-door neighbor (David Koechner), insistent that Joel and his wife attend a $55-per-plate charity benefit; the “entrepreneur, spiritualist, healer” bartender Dean (Ben Affleck, sporting a beard and eighties rocker hair), who takes Xanax for the common cold; and the busybody assembly line worker (Beth Grant) who insists that the recently hired Mexican employee stole her purse. Much like Hank on King of the Hill, Joel has learned to accept his station in life as the stoic ringleader of this circus; he goes with the flow of imbecility. There’s a gentle burst of humor, along with a surprisingly affecting hint of melancholy, when he delivers such lines as “I just have to power through it until I’m too old to get up. Then it will be all right.”

But if Extract circles back to Judge’s earlier work, it also finds the filmmaker moving in a different direction—and offering up a sly rebuke to the past decade’s worth of relentlessly foul comedies, from American Pie to Superbad. This new film is a sex farce the likes of which Preston Sturges used to make, more daffy than depraved. A terrible accident occurs at the factory, causing one of Joel’s most loyal employees, Step (Clifton Collins Jr.), to lose a testicle. A gold-digging ex-con named Cindy (Mila Kunis) takes a job there and begins flirting with Joel while secretly encouraging Step to sue the company for millions. Desperate to

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