Cuban Fury Review

James Griffiths’ Cuban Fury marks British actor Nick Frost’s first leading role, stepping out of his comfort zone and away from persistent collaborator Simon Pegg, to create something a little bit different. However any such innovation is more in the mind than the product, as this hackneyed, somewhat clichéd comedy may be funny in parts – but it’s unoriginal on the whole, following a similar formula to other British comedies such as his comedic partner’s feature, Run Fatboy Run.

Frost takes on the role of Bruce Garrett, who lives something of a monotonous life, which is illuminated when he takes a liking to his new boss (Rashida Jones). Though initially he doesn’t believe he has a chance with her, especially given his rival at work (Chris O’Dowd) also seems to have taken a fancy to her, he discovers that they share one common interest: salsa dancing. Bruce is a former champion, though he’s reluctant to put the past behind him and start again, as he was attacked on his way to a tournament when younger. However with the support of his sister, and former dance partner, Sam (Olivia Colman) and his former coach (Ian McShane), it seems the fire in his heels has been lit once again.

The premise of a a man chasing a girl that appears out of his league is a tired one in cinema – especially as they’re always so difficult to invest in (it doesn’t happen in real life, believe me). However on this occasion, Frost’s comic ability and unique affability allows for us to believe that Jones would give him a thought, not to mention his rather impressive dancing skills. The acting all round is what makes this average comedy a rather good one, as O’Dowd is hilariously out of character, playing a nasty, irreverent bastard who you just want to slap in the face. Colman too is just terrific and nuanced as always, bringing so much depth to the role, even if it is somewhat underwritten, while finally Kayvan Novak steals the lion’s share of the laughter with his performance as the overtly camp dancer Bejan.

Regrettably, Cuban Fury is too predictable on the whole, and follows a very transparent arc, as you can see exactly how this film will pan out, remaining frustratingly faithful to the competition format (there’s a big dance at the end, guys). However sometimes when done well it just works, and though this film brings nothing new to the genre whatsoever, that doesn’t stop it being easy, good-natured fun to indulge in. It also makes you want to dust the cobwebs off your old dancing shoes and take to the dance floor. Or perhaps that’s just me.