Critics are good for one thing. They tell you when a film is inexplicably bad, too horrendous for the public to behold. I shall now proceed to review BURN HOLLYWOOD BURN: AN ALAN SMITHEE FILM.
Joe Esthereas is the sleazy equivalent of ED WOOD. He's a writer of films that don't seem to need a writer. Hollywood being Hollywood, mindless sex and violence writes itself. Unfortunately, the man himself harbors ambitions of being Robert Altman. A tad overreaching for the mastermind behind SHOWGIRLS, perhaps?
The writer is no stranger to comedy, as the cast of the above would attest. Unfortunately, comedy is hard. Dying, on the other hand, is easy, as the box office fate of BURN HOLLYWOOD BURN goes to show. It's about a ludicrous film-within-a-film: a studio has sunk its money into a film teaming Whoopi (THEODORE REX) Goldberg and Jackie (CANNONBALL RUN II) Chan (after Willis and Schwartzenegger declined). It is cinematic anarchy, though nowhere near as much fun. In fact, the whole sorry film - and every caricature - is entirely unpleasant. It's an Alan Smithee film, so there was nobody around to push the quality control I mean, edit button.
Thanks to BURN HOLLYWOOD BURN, the Smithee pseudonym is now too great a death-kiss for wretched films. Think about that. It's funnier than anything that occurs in the film proper. Unredeemable.
Joe Esthereas is the sleazy equivalent of ED WOOD. He's a writer of films that don't seem to need a writer. Hollywood being Hollywood, mindless sex and violence writes itself. Unfortunately, the man himself harbors ambitions of being Robert Altman. A tad overreaching for the mastermind behind SHOWGIRLS, perhaps?
The writer is no stranger to comedy, as the cast of the above would attest. Unfortunately, comedy is hard. Dying, on the other hand, is easy, as the box office fate of BURN HOLLYWOOD BURN goes to show. It's about a ludicrous film-within-a-film: a studio has sunk its money into a film teaming Whoopi (THEODORE REX) Goldberg and Jackie (CANNONBALL RUN II) Chan (after Willis and Schwartzenegger declined). It is cinematic anarchy, though nowhere near as much fun. In fact, the whole sorry film - and every caricature - is entirely unpleasant. It's an Alan Smithee film, so there was nobody around to push the quality control I mean, edit button.
Thanks to BURN HOLLYWOOD BURN, the Smithee pseudonym is now too great a death-kiss for wretched films. Think about that. It's funnier than anything that occurs in the film proper. Unredeemable.