Gigli is assigned to kidnap a "psychologically challenged" youngster, brother of a prosecutor who's making trouble for a New York mobster. Said youngster, Brian (newcomer Justin Bartha), has an affliction that seems to be a vague amalgam of autism, Tourette's and white-rapper syndrome (he periodically gives lisping shout-outs to his homies and recites '90s rap hits verbatim), all of which conveniently go into remission whenever the plot demands it. His initial reaction to Affleck is to repeatedly call him stupid and swear at him, which at least gives us one character to identify with. Then you notice that Bartha appears to have studied only Rain Man and Malibu's Most Wanted to create his character.
From there, the plot rests upon a number of suppositions only slightly less convincing than the one writer-director Martin Brest (helmsman of the similarly endless Scent of a Woman and Meet Joe Black) apparently made about Affleck being a skilled thespian. For starters, one must suppose that the best way to get a hired goon to do his job correctly is to send over a hot, scantily clad lesbian with the stripperesque pseudonym "Ricki" (Jennifer Lopez) to do seminude yoga. Yeah, that'll keep Gigli focused on the job at hand. It helps if this woman, though neither tough nor intimidating, issues empty threats from time to time. It goes without saying that it's hard to be scared of mobsters stupid enough to hire J. Lo and B. Af when there must be at least one thug for hire in Los Angeles who looks like, say, Danny Trejo.
It's also a given here, much as it is in Danish cinema these days, that the mentally retarded are all noble, innocent beings who can melt the hearts of lowlifes with their mere presence. Additionally, sexual orientation is a lifestyle choice that can be transcended because Ben Affleck has a hidden feminine side. (That' s a plot point.) If converting lesbians isn't sufficiently impressive, how about his ability to cure serious mental problems simply by offering a pointer or two on how to pick up chicks?
Before Gigli's two hours are up, you will also hear Lopez deliver a lengthy monologue about eye-gouging, see Lainie Kazan's (the mom from My Big Fat Greek Wedding, playing Gigli's bisexual mom here) ass cheeks and cleavage, hear Lopez describe Affleck's penis, hear Bartha talk about ejaculation, see Affleck try to cut off a human thumb with a plastic knife, and watch fish devour bloody bits of brain. Affleck and Lopez also participate in the worst sex scene ever, but you knew that was inevitable. How are we supposed to believe these two are hardened criminals when they're making cutesy eyes at one another from the get-go? She threatens to kick his ass early in the game but never gives any legitimate indication that she's capable of such a feat.
While you're trying to tie yourself a noose out of Twizzlers, you may be momentarily distracted by Christopher Walken and Al Pacino, who get one scene apiece in an attempt to win back your attention. It's a stalling tactic that works only until you realize that, once each scene is over, the movie's going to go back to the same way it was before.
It wasn't supposed to like this. Remember when Ben and Jen seemed like such hot prospects? Ben was the one Kevin Smith protégé who looked like he could go all the way to the top with his blend of sensitivity and humor, and Jennifer was the perfect mix of beauty and toughness in Out of Sight and Money Train. (Hell, I'll even throw Anaconda in there.) So what happened? Oh, right -- Ben got a thoroughly undeserved screenwriting Oscar, and Jennifer decided that playing Selena wasn't enough of a diva fix. Both signed on for Gigli, became Hollywood's power couple and have managed somehow to exhaust their novelty with the media just as the film is finally being released.
Though the two leads, laughably referred to as "icons" in the press notes, became a couple during the course of filming, the material here is simply too easy to make fun of in the context of their subsequent relationship. So let's go for it: One of Jennifer's first lines to Ben is "I'll be in and out before you know it, I promise. I'll just leave a faint scent." Think that was also uttered the night of their first date? Later, she says, "I done some bad things, but I didn't sign onto this to be a real street thug." Ask ex-beau P. Diddy where she may have found her motivation on that one.
The best line in the movie, hands down, goes to Walken, who stares Affleck down and says, "You don't know nothin' -- I can tell just by lookin' atcha." That Chris always was an insightful fellow.
So how bad is Gigli? The best that can be said about it is that it doesn't beat The Ladies Man as the most abrasively awful film of the past five years, nor does it top Battlefield Earth for sheer misguided lunacy, though whoever chose to greenlight a film about a mobster babysitting a retarded kid who helps him to " convert" a lesbian really should be fired. Affleck's acting is often cardboard enough to be amusing, but Lopez delivers what may be the worst performance of her career (including, yes, The Wedding Planner), looking in every scene like she's just waiting for the last take so she can go home. Twice she delivers speeches supposed to make her look tough as nails; both times, we have to wonder how the other characters could possibly be convinced. A recent episode of South Park suggested that a fourth-grader's hand puppet could turn in a better performance than Ms. Lopez. Watching Gigli, it's hard to argue.