"Game Night" shifts into a full-throttle, all-night action thriller, something akin to Martin Scorsese's "After Hours" on nitrous oxide.
In a comic movie tradition that goes from “Date Night,” “After Hours” to Neil Simon’s “The Out-of-Towners,” this nice suburban couple find themselves venturing out into the dark side of the city, trading bullets with bad guys, infiltrating an underground fight club, and trying to get bloodstains out of an adorable little dog’s fur.
Screenwriter Mark Perez (Accepted, Herbie Fully Loaded) has engineered a deliciously anarchic scenario that plays out like the haphazard, devil-may-care composite of fellow subversively absurdist comedies like Into the Night, Adventures in Babysitting, Risky Business, After Hours and Date Night, while directors John Francis Daley and Jonathan Goldstein handle all the chaos and calamity with confidence and flair.
Granted, they all take it seriously enough to sell the tension — and yes, there is a tension (think about the time-displaced angst of Martin Scorsese’s After Hours) — but it’s apparent early on that everyone’s chewing up the scenery as part of the genre-bending fun.
In a Rube Goldberg caper like this one, with its roots in glide-through-the-dark-side comedies like “After Hours,” it’s all about the execution — about how writing, directing, and acting fuse with a timing just nimble enough to be funny and implausibly convincing.
While it’s a formula that can be brilliant and/or fun (see: everything from “After Hours” to “Adventures in Babysitting”), recent efforts have seemed to result in features that feel more like extended Saturday Night Live sketches — a gimmick stretched far past its worth and padded with some car chases and contrived heart.