Blackball tells
the story of Cliff Starkey (Paul Kaye), Torquay’s ‘bad boy of bowls’.
Shaking up the world of lawn bowls, Starkey is none too popular with reigning
champion Ray Speight (James Cromwell) who believes that he is making a
mockery of the game. Needless to say, matters aren’t helped when
Starkey starts dating Speight’s daughter Kerry (Alice Evans). Starkey’s
career begins to take off when an American sports agent (Vince Vaughn)
arrives in Torquay having heard about this star in the making and promises
to make him an international name. However, as Starkey’s fame increases
he becomes enamoured with the celebrity lifestyle and starts alienating
those closest to him - including Kerry. As his life spirals out of
control, Starkey realises the error of his ways and seeks assistance from
the one person who can help put things right - his rival, Speight.
Can the two former enemies put their differences aside and manage to work
together?
As you can see, the plot
is not brimming over with originality and from the very beginning the viewer
can predict exactly how the story is going to pan out. That is not
to say that a film cannot succeed despite an unoriginal premise.
Indeed, many films have overcome a lack of plot originality due to the
positive aspects of other areas of the film such as a witty script.
However, Blackball does not possess enough merits in order for it
to rise above its trite plotting.
The chief problem here
is that the script simply is not funny enough. One might expect the
jokes to be somewhat hit and miss but there is not one laugh-out-loud moment
in the entire film. However, although at some points it is clear
that the film is trying to be humorous, a large portion of it seems deliberately
dramatic and as though it is not actually striving for humour at all.
Maybe the marketing campaign is at fault here as the film was presented
as a raucous lowbrow comedy when in fact, it plays as more of a drama with
some light-hearted parts. Ultimately though, it is hard to discern
what this film was conceived as and as such, it seems like a mish-mash
of ideas that does not have a clear angle. It is as though the film
itself does not know what it is trying to be. Is it supposed to be
a comedy? Is it supposed to be a comedy-drama? If director
Mel Smith knows then he isn’t giving any clues. Either way, the comedy
aspect is not as successful as one would hope. This is most evident
in the bowling scenes. These were clearly intended to be funny and
one would think that even if the film is a one-joke premise, these scenes
could be relied on to provide a few laughs. Sadly, this is not the
case. Indeed, some of them verge on the embarrassing and although
the script is at the root of most of the film’s problems, the directing
must share some of the blame in these particular scenes.
With such weak material
the cast needs to possess considerable talent in order to keep the film
afloat. Thankfully, this is the one successful aspect. In lesser
hands, the character of Cliff Starkey could have been grating, but Kaye
(best known as TV’s Dennis Pennis) possesses the charisma to make the character
completely likeable and is able to handle both comedic and dramatic material
with similar ease. Likewise, Alice Evans imbues her character with
both strength and compassion and manages to make something of what could
have been a generic role. As for Johnny Vegas, he is much more restrained
than usual- though whether that is a good or bad thing is a matter of opinion.
James Cromwell and Vince Vaughn are not necessarily actors that one would
expect to find is a film like this but both acquit themselves well.
Cromwell adds some humanity to a character that has the potential to be
completely unlikeable and his accent is faultless. Vaughn meanwhile
comes closest to achieving some humorous moments despite the thankless
script.
In the end though, a likeable
cast can only do so much. They manage to rise above the material
and steer the film away from one-star status but still, it is a completely
forgettable film that squanders its comedy potential. It is not offensively
bad yet it never succeeds in being anything more than distinctly average.
In future, Smith would be better off being more selective in choosing scripts
because in this case, Blackball falls short of the mark.
Lucinda
Ireson