The single most remarkable thing about "He's My Girl" (citywide)-- a frantic mixture of video rock satire, and buddy-buddy sex comedy that comes out like "La Cage aux Folles" and "Some Like It Hot" squeezed through an MTV tube--is that you can watch the entire movie and not be aware that one of the lead actors is French. Gallic rock star David Hallyday, playing aspiring Missouri musician Bryan, hoodwinks us completely into imagining him a Yank. We might guess that the he was exported from New Jersey--but Paris? Never.
Hallyday's final number is one of the movie's highlights, but the rest of the time, he tends to fade back a little--simply because his performance is so low key and nearly everyone else in the movie has descended into an orgy of mugging, flailing and caterwauling. Director Gabrielle Beaumont has a nice, easy camera-style--but her ideas about comic ensemble playing might have been inspired by old kinescopes of "Make Me Laugh" or Borscht Belt burlesque routines. Everybody yowls; everybody leers; everybody grins toothily from ear to ear. Even that fine actor, David Clennon, goes miles over the top as a lecherous video huckster.
T. K. Carter plays Bryan's heterosexual black manager, Reggie, forced to masquerade as Bryan's girlfriend to get them both a trip from the Midwest to Los Angeles. But Carter's attempted star turn becomes one more entry in a muggers' convention. Carter's drag act reminds you of Milton Berle's: with little Berle-like simpers and kissy-poo gestures transplanted onto a James Brown version of Flip Wilson's Geraldine. As such, it's impressive, but nothing that leaves you wanting more.