98 Min | Comedy | February 2014
IMDB Rating: 6.2
Director: James Griffiths
Starring: Nick Frost, Rashida Jones, Chris O’Dowd
Cuban Fury Review: Nick Frost usually comes as one-half of a package deal. With Simon Pegg (and their behind-the-scenes collaborator Edgar Wright), Frost has starred in three of the most gloriously subversive, smart and silly British comedies of the past ten years, Shaun Of The Dead, Hot Fuzz and The World’s End. Can he hold the screen and get the laughs when he’s headlining a film, with neither Pegg nor Wright in sight? The answer is, thankfully, yes. Cuban Fury is a great vehicle for Frost – he grounds the fun, loopy, cheerful dance comedy in something a little more real and affecting, even if the film doesn’t quite hit the brilliant heights of the aforementioned Cornetto Trilogy.
The plot of Cuban Fury is something of a hit-and-miss affair – it can occasionally feel like it’s been forcibly stitched together from a bunch of really great stand-alone scenes and ideas. Some of the narrative decisions don’t make a whole lot of sense either. Why, for instance, is Julia anointed the boss rather than a new colleague? It seems to complicate matters unnecessarily throughout the entire film, given the ethical issues at stake in an employer-employee relationship.
Cuban Fury isn’t a game-changer by any stretch of the imagination. Unlike the Cornetto Trilogy, it doesn’t have something smarter and more subversive to say about its chosen genre of film. This is a sports-laced romantic comedy with no greater ambition than making its audience laugh. Not every element of it works perfectly, and the script can be lead-footed in parts. But, when it comes down to it, Cuban Fury is so sweet and silly that it sometimes approaches the sublime.