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Losing is the new winning

Deborah Ross

Wednesday, 1st October 2008

How to Lose Friends and Alienate People
15, Nationwide

Anyway, here we have Pegg not as Toby Young, but as ‘Sidney Young’ — obviously, being as shy as Toby is, wholly persisting with his own name would have been a step too far — who is grappling with The Modern Review over a kebab shop in London when the call comes in from Clayton Harding (Bridges), famous editor of New York-based Sharps magazine, offering him a job. So off he goes which, for the first hour, involves Pegg going for it in a rather Mr Bean-ish/Norman Wisdom-ish way as he trips, falls, spits food, sets off fire alarms and fails to save a Chihuahua from a falling vase. There is a lot of physical comedy, in other words. Although the book was a collection of anecdotes, a ’story arc’ has been imposed in the form of a romance between Sidney and his colleague Alison, played rather wanly by a wan Kirsten Dunst. (She, apparently, found Toby so irritating that, when the movie was being made, she banned him from the set. Honestly, if only more people knew about this they’d know what a bitch she is. Trouble is, Toby is too much the gentleman to speak up.)

Although, amidst all the screwball stuff, there are some fabulously funny moments — Sidney interviewing a musical comedy star; the stripper; the of-the-moment film director who says of himself: ‘I am my own role model; I want to be me’ — there is very little play in the gap that makes the book so compelling: that is, the gap between yearning for what you know you should despise which, here, means yearning to become a celebrity insider, and the peculiar dislocation that involves. Why can’t you stop seeking what you know you should hate? It’s a complicated thing which, in this adaptation, is sometimes reduced to pure twit-ishness. Still, the film does mature in the second half, particularly in the scenes where Sidney has to face his disappointed father (Bill Paterson). More of these scenes, and less of the clowning, might have balanced it all better. As for the ending, it’s such a full-on rush towards integrity, I still feel rather dazed.

This is a fun movie but like The Devil Wears Prada, say, which attempted to satirise the fashion world, it yaps around the ankles of its subject without ever moving in for a decent-sized, satisfying bite. Go on, tear Anna Wintour’s throat out! Still, if it’s a success it’s a success and if it’s not, there may be another book. Losing is the new winning, after all, and something I shall certainly discuss with Toby, once he stops lying low. All this publicity is just killing him, you know.