Though Tropic Thunder is the best comedy of 2008’s blockbuster season so far, that’s not really saying much. It’s quickly shaping up to be a summer of overachieving comic-book movies and underachieving comics.
That dude-bonding, loveable-loser, tender-yet-raunchy thing that Judd Apatow does, which injected a breath of freshly vaporized, shotgun-hit air into mainstream comedy—is getting as stale as cotton-mouth breath.
The joy of a fast-paced, complex mystery/thriller such as Tell No One is largely had in processing the information as it comes rushing headlong at you. Thus, every little bit you already know is one less pleasure to be had.