Walk The Talk

This Australian comedy is not bad, and is sometimes funny but mostly it's squirm-value. Whether this is intended or not is hard to tell, particularly as producer Jan Chapman and director Shirley Barrett made the drolly offbeat comedy Love Serenade (1996), which went out of its way with dead-pan black humour,

Walk The Talk is more conventionally comedic. It's got Muriel's Wedding-style '70s kitsch written all-over it and itpot-shots away furiously at suburban Leagues Clubs and self-help wannabes. Yet unfortunately a good deal of the embarrassment seems unintended as writer/director Barrett tries too hard for laughs when the material is just not funny, being over-familiar. Salvatore Coco is quite good as the indefatigable Joey Grasso, a cross between Broadway Danny Rose and Rupert Pupkin (see Scorsese's King of Comedy), and Carter Edwards is a small gem as the Tom Jones-style entertainer, but overall the production lacks spark across all departments and fails to ignite.

 

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