‘Kevin Hart’: Comedian’s fast-paced, funny explanations
A movie review of “Kevin Hart: Let Me Explain,” a documentary that essentially repackages one of the comedian’s sold-out stand-up sets at Madison Square Garden and also lets him set the record straight on a few things.
The Washington Post
‘Kevin Hart: Let Me Explain,’ a documentary directed by Leslie Small and Tim Story. 75 minutes. Rated R for pervasive language including sexual references. Several theaters.
“Kevin Hart: Let Me Explain” essentially repackages one of the comedian’s sold-out stand-up sets at Madison Square Garden, so there’s an understandable compulsion to want to dislike the movie. It feels like a shameless cash grab, especially since, as the film helpfully relays, Hart greeted capacity crowds at massive concert halls everywhere from Oslo to Vancouver during his 2012 tour. What’s next? A Kevin Hart action figure?
And yet, there’s a reason for all the ticket sales (not to mention the movie roles, “Saturday Night Live” hosting duties and “Real Husbands of Hollywood” gig); Hart is difficult to dislike. Diminutive and energetic, he exudes comedy with every spirited step and elaborate gesture. He’s hilarious, but almost as importantly, he’s self-aware enough to joke about his own shortcomings, which makes appreciating “Let Me Explain” so much easier.
As an appetizer to his stand-up set, the movie starts with a fictional scene where Hart throws a big party. But instead of enjoying the evening, the comic is met with a steady stream of outlandish questions stemming from Hollywood gossip. That’s the idea behind “Let Me Explain”: Hart is here to set the record straight. The nasty divorce? It was amicable. His aversion to dark-skinned women? A myth. But just when it starts sounding like Hart is preparing to saddle up atop his high horse, he admits that the drunk-driving arrest did in fact happen, and there’s no good way to talk his way out of that one.
The routine itself is fast-paced and mischievously funny, provided you have a high threshold for vulgarity. The stage seems set for a rock star, with Hart’s name spelled in bright lights behind intermittent blazes of fire. Exploding onto the scene, Hart dives into his dirty laundry, airing details about his divorce and confessing to a propensity for telling lies.
Watching the show on screen doesn’t have the same kinetic feel of being in the audience of a live show, but it’s certainly easier on the wallet. It will be good for Hart’s bank account, too, but maybe that’s not such a bad thing.