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howeirdA couple of short reviews for movies which saw the eject button hit before they were done.
Dirty Rotten Scoundrels looked from the trailers as if Michael Caine had finally learned how to play a different character, and Steve Martin had just possibly found the hidden talent which had been let out only once before, in Little Shop of Horrors. Caine was doing quite well, living up to the high bar set in the trailer, but Martin was once again shooting for Most Disgusting Character in a Major Motion Picture. A pity, because otherwise the movie was tolerable. Also disappointing is the woman who plays the rich young lady whom the Scoundrels are trying to con. Mediocre looks, not nearly enough class, boring. Replace Martin with Robin Williams, and the heiress with Meg Ryan, and you would have a film worth watching.
The Last Time I committed Suicide almost didn't make it through the credits, which were played over a series of short black and white clips of a 25-ish man in an undershirt and pants, acting out avoidance behaviors with his typewriter. Horribly shot, edited with a machete, the next 10 minutes made me dizzy in all the wrong ways. A horribly lame attempt to cash in on Jack Kerouac's notoriety.
Dirty Rotten Scoundrels looked from the trailers as if Michael Caine had finally learned how to play a different character, and Steve Martin had just possibly found the hidden talent which had been let out only once before, in Little Shop of Horrors. Caine was doing quite well, living up to the high bar set in the trailer, but Martin was once again shooting for Most Disgusting Character in a Major Motion Picture. A pity, because otherwise the movie was tolerable. Also disappointing is the woman who plays the rich young lady whom the Scoundrels are trying to con. Mediocre looks, not nearly enough class, boring. Replace Martin with Robin Williams, and the heiress with Meg Ryan, and you would have a film worth watching.
The Last Time I committed Suicide almost didn't make it through the credits, which were played over a series of short black and white clips of a 25-ish man in an undershirt and pants, acting out avoidance behaviors with his typewriter. Horribly shot, edited with a machete, the next 10 minutes made me dizzy in all the wrong ways. A horribly lame attempt to cash in on Jack Kerouac's notoriety.
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Date: 2007-01-24 02:11 pm (UTC)Have you tried "LA Story"? (admittedly, a personal fave)
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Date: 2007-01-24 05:20 pm (UTC)I have disliked Steve Martin's comedy ever since his debut on SNL. His humor is a combination of slapstick and juvenile clowning, with a dash of Mocking The Afflicted. There isn't any intelligence behind his humor, he plays to the groundlings. In "Little Shop" he showed he was capable of giving a great performance, as long as someone else was writing the material.
It's just a matter of taste - he's following in the proud tradition of Laurel & Hardy, the 3 Stooges and Jerry Lewis, all of whom I loved when I was in grade school, but not any more.