Ugggh. One of the most empty, banal kid's movies I've seen in ages. Technologically impressive, yes, but it got no soul. And this is one of those books-to-movies where seeing is NOT believing . . . . much better when you imagine a mouse living with a fambly than actually having it laid out all crisp like. (Think "Even Cowgirls Get the Blues", f'rinstance .. . you could sorta imagine the whole Sissy's thumbs thing in the book and not have it be silly, but seeing Uma Thurman with big plastic prostheses was ha ha time). The other thing about this flick was that while the message was supposed to be that species (read: race) didn't matter, the whole presentation was that anyone with anything other than a WASPy accent was bad. Period. Bonus ugh: the preview for the "Rocky and Bullwinkle" movie coming out next summer . . . . clearly another technology over soul production that won't add a whit to the primitive and wonderful original.
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Celebrity
(1998)
I think I've finally had enough . . .
15 August 1999
. . . of Woody Allen. Ever.
Watched (as much of) "Celebrity" (as a could stand) last night. Ugh! It's painful to watch the evermore narcisistic Allen playing himself in his movies, but I felt like he was taking his self-love to entirely new dimensions by directing another actor to play Woody while Woody watched. And Branagh as Woody was just downright painful. And the blatant, pointless, gratuitous oral sex scenes . . . . I walked out when Melanie Griffith was giving Branagh a Bill-logic blowjob, then passed through again on my way to the kitchen to see Bebe Neuwirth choking on a banana after showing Judy Davis (who I normally adore, but who seems to play the same shrill/hysterical character are ALL Woody characters that way?] in each of her Woody films) how to fellate it.
Were there others? Dunno . . . . couldn't watch. This was an ugly movie by an ugly man, clearly riding his reputation. Blech! There will be no more Woody in my house when I'm here, unless I decide to rent "Sleeper" at some point for nostalgia's sake . . .
Watched (as much of) "Celebrity" (as a could stand) last night. Ugh! It's painful to watch the evermore narcisistic Allen playing himself in his movies, but I felt like he was taking his self-love to entirely new dimensions by directing another actor to play Woody while Woody watched. And Branagh as Woody was just downright painful. And the blatant, pointless, gratuitous oral sex scenes . . . . I walked out when Melanie Griffith was giving Branagh a Bill-logic blowjob, then passed through again on my way to the kitchen to see Bebe Neuwirth choking on a banana after showing Judy Davis (who I normally adore, but who seems to play the same shrill/hysterical character are ALL Woody characters that way?] in each of her Woody films) how to fellate it.
Were there others? Dunno . . . . couldn't watch. This was an ugly movie by an ugly man, clearly riding his reputation. Blech! There will be no more Woody in my house when I'm here, unless I decide to rent "Sleeper" at some point for nostalgia's sake . . .
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