‘Bad Words’ not really all that bad

Jason Bateman’s directorial debut tries to be surly but ends up a little sappy

Bad Words
★★ (out of 5 stars)

Though it really, really wants to be, Bad Words just isn’t all that bad. Not really. Oh, it tries. Jason Bateman’s Guy Trilby is a mean-spirited, grade-A prick. And he’s got more than a few perfectly timed insults and dirty tricks waiting to be unleashed on an unsuspecting target. But as Bad Words’ opening voice-over narration makes clear, there’s something wounded at the heart of Guy’s nastiness. Plus, let’s face it: Bateman, who embraces his rude and crude character with gusto, is too innately affable to despise. In a world filled with bad Santas, bad teachers and bad grandpas, his foul-mouthed asshole probably comes closer to Cameron Diaz’s conniving schoolmarm than Billy Bob Thornton’s unrepentantly misanthropic Kris Kringle.

At 41, Guy is an eighth-grade dropout, which allows him to exploit a loophole in the rules for the Golden Quill Spelling Bee’s annual competition. A copy editor by trade, Guy uses both psychological warfare and a photographic memory to decimate his underage competition in regional bees, earning him the ire of just about every parent alive. Now qualified to compete in the national championship, which, not coincidentally, will be televised for the first time, he runs afoul of the Golden Quill’s prim tournament administrator, Dr. Deagan (Alison Janney), and its distinguished director, Dr. Bowman (Philip Baker Hall). Why is Guy doing all this? That’s what sponsor and online journalist Jenny Widgeon (Kathryn Hahn) hopes to uncover as Guy clears his path to victory. The only thing standing in our antihero’s way is doe-eyed Chaitanya Chopra (Rohan Chand), a precocious 10-year-old Indian kid who craves Guy’s friendship.

Reluctantly, Trilby accepts the boy when it becomes clear that they both suffer from daddy issues. Sneaking out after hours, he introduces the perpetually chipper kid to the disreputable joys of shoplifting, vandalism, booze and boobies. Many of the laughs come, of course, courtesy of Chaitanya’s wide-eyed innocence colliding with Guy’s ferociously bad behavior. Referring to the kid as “Slumdog” or “Shawarma” and telling him to shut his curry-hole are pretty easy laughs, but Bateman’s a master of comic timing and his jokes hit more than they miss.

I only wish first-time screenwriter Andrew Dodge had given his protagonist worthier targets. Instead of using his shock value tactics to take down sacred cows, Guy comes across as a bitter prankster who uses racism and sexism as a humorously profane cudgel. Of course, a companion who attended the screening with me rightly asked how much audiences would have laughed if the kid had been black and Guy’s potty-mouth slurs included such irreverent monikers as “Trayvon” or “Little Jungle Bunny.”

What makes such criticisms particularly valid is Bad Words’ final-act sentimental copout, which tries to explain away Trilby’s venomous cruelties. Unlike Bad Santa, which had the courage of its misanthropic convictions, Bateman’s movie (this is his first feature as director) wants us to indulge in Guy’s anti-social behavior while letting us off the hook with a message that says, “Hey, deep down he’s really a good guy whose plan for revenge went a little too far.” In other words, this black comedy wannabe ends up plucking at the heartstrings when it should be going for the jugular.

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