The movie that made us know Jon Favreau and Vince Vaughn will surely not disappoint. It’s humor is unique to the two leads, and is organic in the sense that it hits home for them. They believe what’s happening because they lived it.
Written by Favreau and loosely based on he and Vaughn’s life and friendship, Swingers is about a group of struggling actors who are involved in the ’90s Hollywood swing revival. It follows Mike (Favreau), a New York native who can’t get over his ex-girlfriend. But his friends, most notably Trent (Vaughn), try getting him out of his depression by forcing him back out onto the playing field.
Both leads are fantastic. Vaughn wows the audience with his unique brand of fast-talking humor. And Favreau is so convincing as a wallowing sad sack that you genuinely feel bad for the guy.
The scene towards the beginning where the pair of friends go to Las Vegas sets the tone for the entire movie. It establishes a style that is vehemently consistent throughout.
Swingers has everything that will make you want to drive to Los Angeles and Las Vegas right this second. It ties together the glitz and glamour of both cities, seamlessly connecting the two. But I think what captures the neon vibe of the film’s locations is the juxtaposition of failing to make it. This failure, of course, isn’t stressed. It’s still opportunity. It’s optimism.
Neither Mike nor Trent have had much success in the industry, but Trent is still having the time of his life, while Mike’s only reason to be down on himself is his breakup. The film paints a perfect portrait of confident mediocrity, and being complacent with it.
The story’s exposition takes its time, but in a perfect way. Every scene has a sincere purpose and contributes to establishing the depth of its characters. But it’s beyond just the characters. A movie is refreshingly good if even the circumstances have depth. In fact, that’s when it’s great.