LOOKING FOR COMEDY IN THE MUSLIM WORLD

For a while there it seemed like Albert Brooks would give Woody Allen a run for his money. Though not nearly as prolific, the director-screenwriter-actor’s first four films (Real Life, Modern Romance, Lost in America and Defending Your Life) were minor masterpieces, exploiting his trademark angst to brilliant comedic effect and offering humor that was as uncomfortable as it was incisive. But over the last decade or so, Brooks’ output as a filmmaker slowed and his work lost its luster. Mother and The Muse had some fine moments but failed to match the wit and invention of his earlier films.

Now, after seven years, Brooks returns with Looking for Comedy in the Muslim World. This time he drops the pretense of character and simply plays himself — which is arguably the only role he’s ever played. Hired by the American government, Brooks travels to Pakistan and India to find out what makes Muslim people laugh, to better understand Islamic culture.

It’s a great premise for a comedy and the highly enjoyable set-up promises good things to come. An abortive audition with Penny Marshall, Brook’s initial contact with the State Department and his attempts to find a suitable assistant in India are all quite funny. But then, mysteriously, it all goes awry. Taking to the streets, the comedian seemingly abandons his script and conducts improvised interviews with the locals. As might be expected, the humor turns out to be hit or miss. From here, any semblance of a well-crafted comedy disappears.

There are endless bits about how American humor doesn’t translate, a “concert” where Brooks performs classic routines from his stand up days to a bewildered audience, his beautiful assistant’s (Sheetal Sheth) struggles with a jealous boyfriend, and an inadvertent showdown between Pakistan and India — but it doesn’t add up to anything. Brooks strains the neurotic fish-out-of-water routine without focusing his story… or bothering to write many jokes. For 100 minutes we’re dragged from one vaguely comic sequence to the next until it all comes to an abrupt end. Oddly, no real conclusion is ever drawn about the state of comedy in the Muslim world. All we learn is that no one in India finds Albert Brooks the least bit funny... and nothing in the movie argues against that view.

Worse still, Looking For Comedy... has been stripped of any political content. Given the state of the world today there would seem to be an endless supply of comedic targets, but Brooks avoids nearly all of them, begging the question, “why bother?” It’s shocking that the same man who so brilliantly skewered network television in the early SNL days could deliver such a toothless and unfunny film.