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Walk of Fame (2017) Review

My husband and I watched Walk of Fame on Netflix. Since we watched this movie together, I thought it’d be appropriate for us to do the review together. The movie stars Scott Eastwood as a call center employee/wannabe lawyer named Drew, who decides to take an acting class ran by Chris Kattan (Alejandro) only to *ahem* “put the move on” a flight attendant named Nikki (  Laura Ashley Samuels) who’s been suspended because of alleged racy photos of her. Malcolm McDowell also stars as the acting school’s other drama teacher, Evan Polus, and Jamie Kennedy has a small role as Hugo. The movie was written, directed, and produced by Jesse Thomas, who plays Drew’s stoner roommate, Hansel.

We settled on this movie because we had nothing else to watch and only finished it because we were curious if the movie would end up going anywhere. Spoiler, it didn’t!  We thought the movie would be about Drew trying to become a lawyer while falling in love with the acting world at the same time and possibly struggling with the two choices, with a B storyline about the character of Nikki. Nope! The movie is really about the acting school and misadventures the students get into to. Then it gives us a haphazard, happy ending, and we’re left scratching our heads thinking, “What was that?”

It’s usually at least a little fun for us to take apart a movie that fails. In this particular case, there’s just too much material to sort through. The movie seems to have come out of the experiences of a real-life acting class as bad as portrayed in the script, and it wouldn’t surprise us if most of the elements were based on Jesse Thomas’s actual encounters. Sadly, for all the ideas crammed into the script, not a one is developed past its rough draft phase. Thus, we have a feature-length Act One and a “where are they now” conclusion.

The worst part was, any one of these individual stories had some real potential. Kattan is noticeably acting a few levels below his often underestimated talent. And the always reliable Malcolm McDowell looks like he’s trying so hard to just phone it in, but he’s just too good. Probably the only one living up to his full potential is Eastwood; and yes, that’s a deliberate insult.

There were a few times where we were able to smile and say, “Oh, I remember doing something like that back when I took acting lessons,” during the film. We used to act! So, this film was a tiny bit relatable in that sense, but if this had been a fully developed movie about the acting class from the start, it would have been more fun and maybe, more relatable. But no, that would be asking too much from this movie.

There’s one single moment that left us in a real conversation, and Walk of Fame doesn’t get credit for provoking it because it was clearly unintentional. Drew wants to “bang” Nikki because she’s hot, but then calls her a slut because she’s also willing to consent to other men who will help her further her career. The film seems to want us to sympathize with Drew, and that’s a problem because he’s just as shallow as Nikki but has even less ambition. While we personally aren’t fans of people who use sex for leverage, Nikki isn’t doing anything wrong. Drew has absolutely no business feeling like he ‘owns’ any part of Nikki’s life just because she slept with him. The movie demonstrates no awareness of this reality, or any for that matter. In the end, we’re somewhere between caricature and cliche. A real acting class would have taught them to commit.

I’d like to thank my husband, Sean, for joining me on my blog for this review! Please check out his blog at A Walk on the Wooley Side.