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Film review by Colin Fraser

I HEART HUCKABEES

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Seeking advice from an existentialist detective agency, eco-warrior Brad finds himself blind-sided by the face of Huckabees corporation. score

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Cast
Jason Schwartzman, Jude Law, Lily Tomlin, Dustin Hoffman, Mark Wahlberg

Director
David O. Russell

Screenwriter

David O. Russell, Jeff Baena

Country
USA

Rating / Running Time
M / 106 minutes

Australian Release
December 2004

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How often do you get to watch an existential romantic detective comedy not written by Charlie Kaufmann? Welcome to Huckabees, the crazed world of David O. Russell (Spanking The Monkey, Three Kings). Albert (Jason Schwartzman) has established an action group to save marshland from the globalisation. When he seeks meaning for an un-related coincidence, husband and wife detectives Bernard and Vivian (Dustin Hoffman and Lily Tomlin) decide his souring relationship with Brad (Jude Law), a gold-clad executive of the Huckabees Corporation, might be at the core of his problem. They team Albert with an eco-warrior fireman (Mark Wahlberg) who believes their ‘everything is connected’ methods are not as attractive as those of  Caterine ‘everything is meaningless’ Vauban (Isabelle Huppert); a situation that sours further when Brad hires the investigators to help him and his wife Dawn (Naomi Watts). And that is perhaps one fifth of the bewildering blend of soul-searching quirk that is I Heart Huckabees. If there is a problem with Russell’s riotous film it’s the commotion that fires so quickly he leaves barely a moment to make sense of it all, much less laugh. Think and you’ll miss. The frequent incoherence of I Heart Huckabees can polarise audiences: either you won’t get it and won’t care or you’ll strain to find meaning in the madness. Try not to, for there isn’t a great deal to be found. This is much more about the how than they why; a knockabout hilarity of (barely) controlled chaos that goes for the funny bone and takes more than a few new-age, existentialist pot shots along the way. // COLIN FRASER