In an early scene from 鈥淪pinal Tap II: The End Continues,鈥 the blisteringly obtuse Nigel Tufnel asks his wife a question after he and his bandmates have reunited after many years: 鈥淚 don’t know whether this was a good idea or not.鈥
Fans may ask that very same question after an albeit hits theaters Friday from the mother of all rock mockumentaries, 1984’s 鈥淭his Is Spinal Tap.鈥 Forget about going to 11. This one barely registers at 4.
Despite some great starry cameos 鈥 is easily the best 鈥 鈥淪pinal Tap II鈥 leans into the old favorite bits too needily and is suffocated by the constantly looming presence of death, a downer. The improv-based comedy is forced and the laughs barely register. This is a movie only for die-hard Tappers.
The structure is the band reunion and countdown to a final concert by Spinal Tap, who we are told disbanded 15 years ago. They’ve not agreed to reform out of love, but contract. (They owe one more live set.) The venue is in New Orleans, because a appearance fell through. (That was probably really funny in 2017.) There are simmering intra-band tensions.
鈥 who directed, starred and co-wrote the original with Christopher Guest, Michael McKean and Harry Shearer 鈥 has once again directed the sequel, faithfully playing his role as filmmaker Marty DiBergi, complete with military baseball cap and a director鈥檚 viewfinder around his neck. All the guys get screenwriting credit.
We learn where the trio has landed after all these years 鈥 one runs a cheese-and-guitar shop, another is the proprietor of a glue museum and a third writes soundtracks to podcasts and the hold music for phones.
Mortality is a constant theme, from the concert promoter who suggests one or two of the three members die onstage for good publicity 鈥 鈥淲ould you settle for a coma?鈥 one band member offers 鈥 to the Shearer song 鈥淩ockin鈥 in the Urn鈥 to a photo shoot in a cemetery to the whole thing ending in a hospital. Bones creak when they settle into chairs; paunches are hard to hide and reading glasses are necessary. This is a movie that celebrates those whose 鈥渃andles cost more than the cake.鈥 Yum, dig in.
Death obviously stalks the search for a drummer, who has the habit of coming to an abrupt demise whenever they join. That was a kind of background joke in the original, but here the comedians lean in too much, with cameos from reluctant suitors, including Metallica鈥檚 Lars Ulrich, Red Hot Chili Peppers鈥 Chad Smith and Questlove 鈥 鈥淵ou’re legendary, but I don’t want to die,鈥 he begs off 鈥 all landing flat. Just including famous people isn’t funny enough.
Valerie Franco eventually steps behind the drum kit, bringing a vitality and effervescence to a movie that sorely lacks it. But you’ll cringe when Shearer’s Derek Smalls hits on her, a woman four decades his junior. Shearer also at one point gets a vial stuck up his nose, a desperate bit of physical comedy that shouldn’t have made the cut.
Guest’s Tufnel tries cloyingly to recreate his 鈥渦p to 11鈥 from the original film when he and DiBergi discuss various guitar pedals 鈥 one 鈥渋s like someone singing through a duck鈥 鈥 and he reveals a secret compartment of cheese in a guitar. It falls apart like brie on a warm day.
The high point is when McCartney happens to stop by the recording studio. He praises the band for their ability to rhyme 鈥渇lesh tuxedo鈥 with 鈥減ink torpedo鈥 on the song 鈥淏ig Bottom.鈥 (鈥淭hat’s literature,鈥 says the ex-Beatle in admiration.) But soon things grow testy between him and McKean’s David St. Hubbins over a song’s direction. 鈥淲e’ll take it under advisement,鈥 McKean curtly tells McCartney about his suggestion. Later, he grouses about the sunny McCartney: 鈥淗e’s got this sort of toxic personality.鈥
There are also appearances by Elton John, Garth Brooks and Trisha Yearwood. Fran Drescher and Paul Shaffer reprise their old roles in blink-and-you’ll-miss-them moments. Henry Diltz, one of rock’s great photographers, also gets a cameo.
John, whose natural comedy instincts are sadly untapped here, sits in with the band twice, for 鈥(Listen to the) Flower People鈥 and 鈥淪tonehenge.鈥 The movie often stalls in the second half as it loads up on performances leading up to the final concert.
One of the bits that doesn’t work is that the band’s apartment in New Orleans is constantly interrupted by a walking tour of haunted spots. But that’s fitting, perhaps: 鈥淪pinal Tap II鈥 is filled with ghosts. It’s like watching a cover band playing the hits but then realizing it’s actually the original band onstage after all.
鈥淪pinal Tap II: The End Continues,鈥 a Bleecker Street release in theaters Friday, is rated R for 鈥渓anguage including some sexual references.鈥 Running time: 83 minutes. One and a half stars out of four.
To join the conversation set a first and last name in your user profile.
Sign in or register for free to join the Conversation