As I hop on the years-past train again to do some catch-up
before checking out a new release, I find myself face-to-face with someone I’ve
been meaning to let loose about for quite some time: Rebel Wilson. I made brief
mention of her rather grating turn in Night At The Museum 3, but I didn’t
really get into what I think about her. Specifically, how baffled I am that, of
all the Aussie stand-ups I’ve seen, she
was the one to become a break-out star in the U.S. Having seen her older work,
like The Wedge, Pizza and some of her stand-up material that largely consisted
of standard Boganisms about Frankston (think the Australian version of New
Jersey; a place that is the butt of every joke by hack comedians), I just don’t
see it. Don’t get me wrong, good fucking on her for giving proper Australian
comedy some overseas attention, but I’m guessing it’s because she kind of
blindsided everyone that she got where she did and my proximity to her early
work is why I don’t get it. In any case, time to look at the film that
officially brought her to the attention of most U.S. audiences.
