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I admit it: like almost every online film critic, I have screenwriting ambitions. My least favorite thing to find rereading old scripts is the "half-joke": where I took something that (at the time) I found comedic and merely referenced it instead of writing an actual gag. Big Stan is full of half-jokes, and they're all about the same thing: prison rape. Prison rape fuels the plot, motivates the characters, and is referenced at least a hundred times in the movie's 109 minutes, and not a single one of them works. Yet Big Stan was easy to watch. It may not be funny, but it isn't unfunny either, and more surprisingly provides a vehicle for Schneider's martial arts skills (really) and even his genial charisma when he isn't mugging a joke into submission.Awkwardly, the movie basically has two plots. In both, Schneider plays Stan Minton, a real-estate scammer who makes a living conning old women into buying time shares in coke-fiend-riddled neighborhoods. The first plot: When the law cracks down on Stan's unfair practices, his lawyer bribes the judge into giving Stan six months to get his affairs in order, but Stan only has one bit of business to take care of: protecting his ass, literally. Stan finds what he's looking for in The Master (David Carradine), with whom he strikes a deal to be taught the ways of the warrior and prevent any cell-block violations. The second plot kicks in when Stan finally arrives at prison: stop the corrupt warden (Scott Wilson) from getting the prison shut down and turned into a time-share metropolis.
Unfortunately, neither of these stories are very interesting. The first one feels like it should either be the entire movie or a five-minute montage, but the film tries to have it both ways, stretching 40 minutes worth of material out of Stan's meandering desire to be a badass. I doubt that when Carradine first got the call from Tarantino about starring as the title villain in Kill Bill he was imagining a career "resurrection" that involved playing second fiddle to Rob Schneider in a direct-to-video comedy, doing masturbation jokes and saying lines like "You couldn't kick the shit out of a paper bag...full of shit." And then there's Rob himself. Big Stan has several fight sequences in which Rob does his own martial arts, and he's actually kinda good at it. Now, on one hand, I'm no expert, and I'm sure Jackie Chan could do this stuff with his eyes closed, but as far as the movie goes, Schneider holds his own (his skill with the nunchaku is particularly impressive, and for the record, it's clear that Rob is actually doing it). Rob's the director too, but his staging of the fight sequences is not as smooth (be prepared to see Rob fall down, a lot). If I were him, I'd have handed the camera to someone else, and taken a crack at the script instead. Perhaps he wanted to tackle Big Stan on his own, but stealing some of Adam Sandler's writing cohorts might have given the movie the anarchic boost it so clearly needs. I personally don't mind Rob Schneider, but I've also never thought he needed to star in his own movies. To its minor credit, there are moments in Big Stan that made me think I might be wrong, but looking at the bigger picture isn't going to convince anyone. It's friendly, but it isn't funny, Schneider's direction is pretty mediocre, and its story of the underdog hero doesn't compare favorably to Schneider's real-life career ambitions.
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Lastly, "Odds & Ends" (4:15) is a pleasant musical montage of behind-the-scenes footage that apparently didn't make the cut in the other documentary, compiled into a single video bonus. Convenient. The bonus features are not subtitled/closed captions, and there is no theatrical trailer.
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