How can the movie theatre be empty? That’s what I thought when I went to see Power Ballad in its opening week – and on cheap Tuesdays, to boot. Hasn’t everyone been waiting for a whole film of Paul Rudd singing ever since he belted out Rush’s Limelight in I Love You, Man? Doesn’t a Jonas Brother, especially Nick, the cute one married to Priyanka Chopra, draw a crowd? I guess in today’s world of horror movie domination, they’d have to be locked in a series of Backrooms or acting out their violent Obsession with each other in order to make an impact.

There’s currently no love for a tender little dramedy starring Hollywood’s favourite ageless sweetheart – at 57, Rudd looks the same as he did 20 years ago – as a charming wedding singer and a real-life pop star playing a morally ambiguous version of himself. Rudd’s character, Rick, has given up his rock ’n’ roll dreams to settle down and raise a family with a girl from Dublin, but when he meets former boy-bander Danny (Jonas), who’s having trouble launching a solo career, their mutual admiration results in a power ballad the world can’t resist.

In the vein of Once, The Commitments and Yesterday, the film is a throwback gem, with two unthreatening baby-faced stars with multi-gen appeal, plus a scrappy Irish supporting cast and plenty of nostalgic wedding-reception-dance-floor jams: Celebration, The Boys Are Back in Town, Summer of ’69, etc. It’s a fun and nuanced note for Rudd to play in his hard-to-pigeonhole career, which started with the sarcastic stepbrother-turned-boyfriend to Alicia Silverstone’s Cher in Clueless (1995) and the gay-best-friend-turned-co-parent alongside Jennifer Aniston in The Object of My Affection (1998) – both of which are annual re-watches for me. He’s never been a tough guy action hero or a swoonworthy romantic leading man; but he does have his own perfectly tailored Marvel character, the small-but-mighty, dry-humoured and self-deprecating Ant-Man, and is a staple in comedies with heart and a little bit of raunch, think Anchorman and anything by Judd Apatow – like when Rudd helped define Gen X’s midlife crisis moment in This is 40. And, of course, he’s the prince of bromances, from the above-mentioned, perfectly silly I Love You, Man with Jason Segel and last year’s darker, more uncomfortable Friendship with Tim Robinson, to any number of hilarious videos in which longtime buds Rudd and Jack Black break into their own brand of lyrical pyrotechnics.







