SO much wasted talent. Anthony Perkins and Tuesday Weld, together again, after their terrific pairing in "Pretty Poison" 4 years prior. Director Frank Perry, cinematographer Jordan Cronenworth ("Blade Runner'). But if it ain't on the page...
Insufferable. Awful. Joan Didion - one of the most overrated literary 'talents' of all time.
Why, in God's name, are we supposed to care one whit for any of these insufferable a-holes? What is their PROBLEM? Boo-hoo! "I grew up in a crappy ghost town in East Egypt, NV and now I'm married to a movie director and live in a big mansion on Hollywood, but I still feel BAD about myself - waaaaaaHHH! I'm a widdle whiny baby! Sit and listen to my pretentious musings for an hour and a half." The only character I liked was Earl Scheib, seen briefly in a commercial on TV. Everyone else in this movie can eff off and die.
And guess what? One of them actually did me that courtresy! I almost stood up and cheered when Anthony Perkins died at the end, except that he didn't deserve my huzzahs because he went out like a complete wanker. Maybe if he'd thrown himself in front of a speeding Greyhound bus and we got to see him explode across its frontside, traumatizing all of the passengers inside by the sight of his splattered intestines being whicked away by the bus's windshield wipers...there, I just wrote a better (and funnier!) movie. You're welcome.
Insufferable. Awful. Joan Didion - one of the most overrated literary 'talents' of all time.
Why, in God's name, are we supposed to care one whit for any of these insufferable a-holes? What is their PROBLEM? Boo-hoo! "I grew up in a crappy ghost town in East Egypt, NV and now I'm married to a movie director and live in a big mansion on Hollywood, but I still feel BAD about myself - waaaaaaHHH! I'm a widdle whiny baby! Sit and listen to my pretentious musings for an hour and a half." The only character I liked was Earl Scheib, seen briefly in a commercial on TV. Everyone else in this movie can eff off and die.
And guess what? One of them actually did me that courtresy! I almost stood up and cheered when Anthony Perkins died at the end, except that he didn't deserve my huzzahs because he went out like a complete wanker. Maybe if he'd thrown himself in front of a speeding Greyhound bus and we got to see him explode across its frontside, traumatizing all of the passengers inside by the sight of his splattered intestines being whicked away by the bus's windshield wipers...there, I just wrote a better (and funnier!) movie. You're welcome.