Today Denver, tomorrow the Twin Cities.
The provocateur who brought you "Piss Christ" pinches off a new concept.
Let us now take a moment to praise Mr. Olyphant. You loved him in Go (if you were one of the few who saw it), but can't quite remember where you saw him last, right? Thankless supporting roles in the likes of Rock Star and A Man Apart have made him one of those familiar faces, but in The Girl Next Door, he's a breakout scene-stealer, which isn't the easiest thing in the world to be when the camera's busy fetishizing Cuthbert. Hilariously flirting with a dumpy bank teller one minute, then threatening heinous violence the next, his Kelly is the character audiences will be talking about the most. When a Speedo-clad James Remar shows up as a rival porn mogul, it's enough to make you wish these two were the whole show (spin-off, anyone?).
The nudity and profanity may be the reason for the R rating, but Olyphant is what gives the movie a dangerous edge. Come for the hooters, stay for the jokes... But Timothy's the man who'll linger in your memory when all the fluff has been forgotten.