A disillusioned writer takes his life into his own hands in this plodding, unfunny pic that, but for the celebrity-by-association status of topliners Jamie (son of Richard) Harris and Alison (daughter of Clint) Eastwood, won’t see life beyond the festival circuit.
Without much to go on but its central conceit, “Suicide, The Comedy” comes off as a tired, one-note black comedy that is only partially redeemed by its performances and a couple of clever bits. Feeling isolated and failing as a screenwriter, Matt (Harris) begins to have suicidal thoughts. He floats the idea to a number of friends, acquaintances and former girlfriends, who, with the exception of Amanda (Eastwood), want to know if they should be worried about him. He protests that he’s merely researching ideas for a script called “Suicide With a Vengeance.” That’s exactly what he tells his parents, too, after they stage an intervention on his behalf. Briefly inspired, the intervention comprises the film’s best and funniest sequence. There’s also a scene involving phone sex that merits a few laughs. But these bits are too few and far between to make the film worth watching.