Fubar: Balls to the Wall (2010)


Directed by Michael Dowse, Written by David Lawrence, Paul Spence, and Michael Dowse, Rated R, 85 minutes.

Looking past the obnoxious title, the sequel to what has become the greatest pilsner commercial of all time, Fubar, packs a surprising punch. Relying on some of the first film’s strengths (like essentially adding a narrative to the Jackass movies), Fubar: Balls to the Wall still has some tricks up its sleeve, selling the film on the blatant stupidity, occasional lapses into logic, and shocking emotional engagement that, in many ways, work better than it does in film one. 

It’s been nearly a decade since the left testicle of old Dean Murdoch (Paul Spence) was ceremoniously removed, saving the life of the irritating and, unfortunately, endearing metalhead. Needless to say, not much has change. He and Terry (David Lawrence) still uselessly eat their way through life in Alberta, shotgunning beers in bliss. That is, until their friend Tron (Andrew Sparacino) throws them an impromptu eviction party. But Tron isn’t there to simply cut through with the chainsaw he conveniently keeps in his flatbed. He’s there to tell them of the spoils of Fort McMurray, where they two can lay down miles of oil pipeline for $20/hr.

Living on a dream and a prayer, Dean and Terry head to the Greater Whiter North. However, as Dean does his best to break his leg and get some of much deserved workman’s comp, Terry discovers the weird, wonderful world of credit cards and true love, which puts a strain on their relationship. Can Terry and Dean look past the booze, money, and women to rekindle their forlorn friendship?

Of course, they can. Fubar: Balls to the Wall may never get points for being great cinema, but the film manages to make someone as woefully unappetizing as
Dean appear worthy of friendship. And while it’s never as shocking as Ferrell’s death in film one, the plot hits a bizarre emotional depth that should have you questioning your own sanity. You won’t know why you care, and it’ll probably bum you out to think you do, but it does keep the film interesting during the breezy hour twenty-five.

I’m sure no one wants to hear about how weepy you’ll get thinking about Dean’s pathetic falsetto (frankly, I’m sick of thinking about it), so you’ll be pleased to hear that Fubar II has it where it counts: the move is laugh out loud funny. From bits about Dean buying a crossbow to Dean using that crossbow, the film delivers the fall down mayhem of the first film. Equally funny are Terry’s forays into a relationship with his new squeeze, Trish (Terra Hazelton). He delivers some hilarious sighs and exasperated quips during one particular blow out. Result: the movie remains as relatable, quotable, and unapologetically ridiculous as you might expect. It makes you want to be destructive, because of how much fun they appear to be having, which is probably the same excuse five-year olds made when imitating Beavis and Butt-head in 1995. But still, it’s a good argument

Fubar II lags a bit around the center and some of its plot points are a bit too familiar, but, on the whole, it works well. The tests to Terry and Dean’s relationship give way to some hilarious arguments and emotionally engaging scenes. The Fubar movies have a way of making the totally despicable surprisingly likable, and no other example is going to prove that better than Fubar II.

Grade: B+

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