Viking Night: The Blues Brothers
By Bruce Hall
August 23, 2011
BoxOfficeProphets.com

Ray, what do you really think of Jamie Foxx?

Everyone deserves a shot at redemption. Bad things happen to good people, and bad people...just do bad things. For most people, they haven’t fallen so far that one grand act of goodness can’t convince everyone they deserve a second chance. It’s never too late to mend, it says on the walls of a certain correctional facility in upstate Illinois. So who wouldn’t enjoy a story about two down on their luck slobs who turn their lives around and make good with the world? About half the people IN the world, actually. The Blues Brothers is a diabolically funny musical road comedy about redemption, starring two great comic minds of the age - and yet it gets so little love from critics. And from my experience, most of the people who say they love it haven’t actually seen it. Sadly, like many cult films, it’s a badge of honor to mention it, but it’s too much trouble to actually watch it.

But don’t you worry, that’s why I’m here. The Blues Brothers stars Dan Aykroyd, John Belushi, John Candy, Cab Calloway, Ray Charles, James Brown, Aretha Franklin and...Twiggy. It has massively destructive car chases, a police dragnet, killer rednecks, and Steven Spielberg eating a sandwich. It has Princess Leia in pigtails with a flame thrower. It has live performances by a veritable Lollapalooza of rhythm and blues artists. Yet tragically, there are still people unfamiliar with this cinematic masterpiece. Which reminds me; I’m not going to be impartial about any of this this. Not at all. I love every minute of this film and make no apologies for it. So if you’re ready, come and find out why you’re either with the Blues Brothers, or you’re with the terrorists.

After three years behind bars Jake Blues (Belushi) is released from prison with naught but the clothes on his back. But we know Jake is meant for great things; director John Landis spends the film’s first few minutes on lingering shots of the prison’s imposing facade and sprawling grounds. The implication being that it’s not nearly enough prison to hold “Joliet” Jake. Meanwhile, Jake’s brother Elwood (Aykroyd) is waiting outside, behind the wheel of an auctioned police cruiser. Unamused by the irony, Jake provokes his brother into a demonstration of the car’s abilities. They jump an open drawbridge, both siblings maintaining their trademark deadpan veneer as the car magically leaps 200 feet through the air. It’s a deliberately crude action shot just a notch or two above the weekly slow motion car wrecks they used to show on CHiPs every week. Yep, that’s the kind of movie this is going to be. And this is only the beginning.

Jake and Elwood grew up in an orphanage, we are told, under the care of a tough as nails nun called Sister Mary Stigmata (Kathleen Freeman). Jake promised to visit her upon his release and is now reluctantly following through on that vow. But Sister Mary is repulsed by what the boys have become. The sweet, impressionable lads she once raised to believe in the Ten Commandments have returned to her as thieves, with filthy mouths and bad attitudes. But she warns the boys that their souls aren’t the only things in peril. The orphanage is going to be shut down in two weeks unless someone can raise $5000 in property taxes. She casts the Blues Brothers out, and basically instructs them to come up with the money - without stealing it - if they want to redeem themselves.

Wow. Nobody does guilt like a nun. Am I right?

The boys meet Curtis (Cab Calloway), their childhood mentor and music teacher, in the basement on their way down the stairs *wink*. He confirms Sister Mary’s story, and begs the boys to help. Jake is unmoved but Elwood is the idealistic one, and it falls to him to kick off the Blues Brothers World Redemption Tour by getting his brother to church. It’s a tall order; years in the joint have made Jake a bitter, godless man. But the service is a raucous Holy Roller affair, filled with singing, dancing, and a fire and brimstone sermon delivered by the King of Soul himself. Immediately, Jake and Elwood are filled with Heavenly inspiration. They resolve to reunite the rhythm and blues band they had before Jake went up the river. Once they’ve got the band back together, they’ll play enough gigs to get the money and save the orphanage and ensure their Eternal Reward. And that’s it. Two Catholic boys piss off a nun and have ten days to come up with five grand or they go to hell. That’s the whole movie, more or less. The last three quarters of the film are all about Jake and Elwood’s efforts to reunite their reluctant band mates, and the shenanigans that ensue along the way.

These exploits include violently provoking the State Police, the Illinois Nazi Party, Jake’s psycho ex-girlfriend and those Killer Rednecks I told you about. They include destroying an entire shopping mall and driving a 1974 Dodge Monaco through the lobby of the Cook County courthouse. It’s an absurd, Tom and Jerry style chase picture punctuated by high energy musical numbers, performed by a who’s who of R&B royalty. Sure, you could rightfully decry this film for its wafer thin plot and over reliance on slapstick vehicular sight gags. But you’d be missing the point, because the music IS the point. The Blues Brothers isn’t a movie, it’s a celebration of the music both Dan Aykroyd and John Belushi loved, and every action sequence is just there to set up the next song. This is a zany musical road comedy starring a couple of guys in rumpled suits who never take their sunglasses off. There’s nothing here worth taking seriously, and If it weren’t for the rated R language and homicidal White Supremacists, you might mistake this for a children’s film.

Nothing about The Blues Brothers resembles a traditional movie, but it isn’t meant to. It couldn’t if it wanted to. Even for farce, this movie carries all the philosophical ballast of a summer barbecue. It’s just an excuse to get together and listen to some music, have some chow, piss off some Nazis and crash some cars. Personally, I find what little plot there is to be pretty consistently hilarious. But it’s the music that really drives the film forward. Most of the musical artists featured are only just past their prime, so it’s a joy to see them woven into the fabric of the story in such a fun way and the energy they bring to the film is infectious. I’m on record as hating musicals. But I make an exception for The Blues Brothers, because it’s so much more than just a musical. It’s a singing, dancing comedy about two brothers, a Nun, a band, a jilted bride, some kids, five thousand dollars, four fried chickens and a Coke. It’s about faith. It’s about atonement. It’s about 106 miles to Chicago. It’s never too late to mend, all right. And thanks to the power of rhythm and blues, it’s even kind of fun.