Cyrus (2010) If you want to see a vital example of how the indie spirit can interface with Hollywood, check out the spiky and surprising Cyrus .… 2010-06-18 R PT92M Comedy Jonah Hill John C. Reilly Marisa Tomei Catherine Keener Fox Searchlight Pictures
Movie Review

Cyrus (2010)

MPAA Rating: R
Cyrus | IT LASTS LONGER Marisa Tomei, Jonah Hill, John C. Reilly and Catherine Keener are picture perfect in Cyrus
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IT LASTS LONGER Marisa Tomei, Jonah Hill, John C. Reilly and Catherine Keener are picture perfect in Cyrus
EW's GRADE
A-

Details Limited Release: Jun 18, 2010; Rated: R; Length: 92 Minutes; Genre: Comedy; With: Jonah Hill, John C. Reilly and Marisa Tomei; Distributor: Fox Searchlight Pictures

If you want to see a vital example of how the indie spirit can interface with Hollywood, check out the spiky and surprising Cyrus. It stars John C. Reilly as John, a big, doofy, slovenly, and lovable middle-aged loser, and Jonah Hill as Cyrus, the blandly hostile and two-faced 21-year-old offspring of John's new girlfriend, Molly (Marisa Tomei) — in other words, the creepy clinging son from hell. The moment they meet, with Cyrus putting on an expert show of bogus politeness, the two men kick off an escalating war of wills.

Since their rivalry is often quite funny, you don't have to squint too hard to imagine the same scenario played out as a synthetically broad and cartoonish mainstream comedy (I can just imagine it with, say, Ben Stiller and Angus T. Jones). The filmmaking team of Jay and Mark Duplass clearly love those comedies. Yet they work with a rhythm and tone, and a psychological fascination, that are altogether more realistic — closer, in spirit, to something the young Roman Polanski might have brought off. Cyrus may on some level be a stunt, yet the Duplasses' slightly sluggish, low-budget, mumblecore style allows this story to flower as both light-fingered lark and drama of suspenseful dysfunction.

Cyrus, who does nothing but hang out and compose spaced-out dance pop, has never outgrown his mom (nor she him), and Hill, with his deadpan parrot stare, makes the kid a brilliantly manipulative head case; he plays Molly's sympathies like a virtuoso. John, who knows that he's lucky to be with a woman this attractive, is in the vulnerable spot, but gradually he regains his power as a man, a journey that's less vengeful than touching. Cyrus cues us to expect it to go over the top, but the film never does. That may be its neatest trick. A-

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Originally posted Jun 16, 2010 Published in issue #1108 Jun 25, 2010 Order article reprints