The film starts with impeccably coiffed North Carolinian
Democratic congressional candidate, Cam Brady (Ferrell), making a misguided
phone call to what he assumed was his mistress’s voicemail. It’s a mistake that
reveals his extramarital activities to the general public and delivers a
wounding blow to his poll numbers. Seeing the distress from a now-troubled
campaign, the billionaire Motch brothers (Dan Aykroyd and John Lithgow) decide
to call up one of their billionaire buddies (Brian Cox) to see if his weirdo
son would like to run against Brady on the Republican ticket. They agree to put
up the campaign funds and keep the Super PACs flowing if the generally doltish,
but well meaning, Marty Huggins (Galifianakis) gets in the race. He’s a man who
speaks in a hilarious airy southern drawl, but hey, he has the appearance of
malleability.
Writers Chris Henchy, Shawn Harwell, and Adam McKay are
smart to make the film less about ideologies and more about greed. The
billionaires funding the increasingly nasty campaign aren’t doing so out of
deep devotion to any specific cause. They’re only throwing their weight around
to get the best business deals from their political pawns. As for Brady and
Huggins, they don’t seem to have much conviction beyond a general appreciation
for the Constitution and Jesus. (One of the funniest scenes finds one of them
failing spectacularly to recite the Lord’s Prayer extemporaneously.) The race
grows personal, but not out of any general animosity. They went to school
together; they may even agree on a great many of the issues. They’re running
for the recognition and the power. The more they lash out at each other, the
more scared they are. The campaign is hardly about the people. It’s all about
access to the proverbial smoke-filled backrooms and the lengths people will go
to stay there. Oh, and it’s funny, too. At best, the movie provokes the kind of
cathartic laughter that fills the lungs and pulls at the sides of the face with
an almost painful intensity.
Jay Roach lets the campaign play out in an escalating
drumbeat countdown to Election Day. He’s the director behind the broad comedy of Austin Powers and Meet the Parents, but his most recent film was HBO’s Game Change, about John McCain’s 2008
presidential campaign and his unpredictable running mate Sarah Palin. The Campaign plays like the blatantly
comedic flip side to that true joke. Exaggerating our current political
climate, by turns vitriolic and blatantly nonsensical, has to be a hugely
difficult prospect. What helps is the way this film lets us understand why the
characters act so crazed. Brady’s slickness is nothing more than professional
insincerity. Huggins’s unpreparedness is nothing more than a desire to please
his father and the moneymen. They’re both terrified that they won’t get what
they want. Even though both men, even behind closed doors, say that they want
to do what’s best for their fellow citizens, it’s hard to see the help they
claim to provide.
It’s all too easy to imagine a campaign actually drawing
tenuous links between terrorism and facial hair or patriotism and choice of pet
dog. The professional minds behind the campaigns (Jason Sudeikis and Dylan
McDermott) aggressively push the candidates into blandly contradictory stances
on whatever they feel will get their candidate the most votes. The Brady and
Huggins families, wives and kids, are victims of relentless badgering from the
public and from within the campaign itself. The election gets so ugly and personal
that one debate is reduced to one man demanding an explanation for a story the
other wrote in grade school. Much of this material hits sore nerves of our
current political mood, like a feature-length Daily Show thought experiment. So committed to their roles, Farrell
and Galifianakis bring a wild-eyed determination and loopy believability to
their ridiculous characters. No one, not the candidates, not supporters, not
even voters, ends up looking good in this satire.
Some of the comedic moments in the film are just crude or
blatantly absurd and exaggerated. A surprising seduction, a punch to a very
innocent face, a hunting “accident”, and a car crashing into an unexpected
obstacle are all good examples of moments that jump confidently over the top. Not
all of these land, but they’re a good break from the material that hits too
close to home. The candidates prank each other in cruel or weird ways, badger each
other on baseless grounds, slap at each other, embarrass each other, and strike
back in ways that turn the political uncomfortably personal. Though
occasionally too on-the-nose, The
Campaign grinds forward, growing uglier behind plastic smiles and bright,
cheerful cinematography. Only the ending, which splits the difference between
cynical and hopeful, offers a safe, satisfying out to the relentlessness of
selfish, childish politics. In real life, we can only hope for such hope.
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