The Trip (2011)

Directed by Michael Winterbottom

Weirdly, this film has no credited writer. Maybe not so weird. It’s very possible that the picture was entirely improvised by the two leads, Rob Brydon and Steve Coogan, both of whom were in Winterbottom’s Tristram Shandy: A Cock and Bull Story.

Something else people should know: The film is an edited version of a six episode TV series. So if it feels episodic, that has a lot to do with it.

The gist is this: comedic actor Steve Coogan hired to tour fine dining restaurants in the north of England and write about his experiences for the UK newspaper The Observer. He needs a companion for this trip, and was hoping to take his on-again-off-again girlfriend Mischa (Margo Stilley), but she’s run off to New York. So, a bit depressed, Coogan invites Brydon along, someone he’s worked with in the past, someone he tolerates rather than actually likes.

Off they go in Coogan’s Range Rover, both men are playing obviously exaggerated versions of themselves, riffing off each other. They’re both talented mimics, and much humour is mined from their battling Michael Caine impersonations. Brydon is especially good at impersonating British celebrities and Hollywood actors.

Their rambles take them from resto to inn, from one gorgeous wind-swept location to another. We get a bit of food porn along the way, but the culinary marvels are all background to one stellar rant after another. Coogan’s gift is hiding unhappiness in plain sight, couching his loneliness in bristles and bile—wishing he was a bigger star in the United States, wishing he had the family life that Brydon has. He’s constantly on the phone trying to manage his life and career from a distance. It’s not going well. There’s an underlying anxiety about men entering a certain age here that’s telling, something Coogan feels acutely and Brydon hardly at all. And if Brydon comes off as a little thick, keen to be the centre of attention in pretty much every situation, he doesn’t entirely get how annoying he is to Coogan. Which makes Coogan even more angry.

There’s something so wonderfully British about this movie. I can’t imagine, say, Jim Carrey and Tim Allen doing this across Northern California. (Maybe Jerry Seinfeld and Louis CK could manage it.) The wonderfully silly, ironic and self-deprecating quality of British comics, on display here, is a treat. Coogan and Brydon are wonderful. Just listening them to talk is wildly entertaining. There’s warmth here, and as it swings back around to the south of England in the final act you start to see there is a real friendship between these two fellows, even if Coogan refuses to acknowledge it.

(The Trip  had a limited release in cinemas across Canada in the summer and is expected on DVD in mid-October.)

 

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Carsten Knox is a massive, cheese-eating nerd. In the day he works as a journalist in Halifax, Nova Scotia. At night he stares out at the rain-slick streets, watches movies, and writes about what he's seeing.

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