Steve Martin’s screenwriting is usually much better than this. The glaring problem here is that Martin contradicts himself by repeatedly commenting on how flaky Los Angeles life is, only to place his character in a series of fantastical, flaky, and unironic, sequences of his own. In fairness to Martin, I have a feeling that it’s director Mick Jackson’s mishandling of the script which caused such a choppy, confused finished product. The contradictions were clearly written on the page, but Jackson has emphasized them past subtlty.
Also, if you’re into retro fashion – namely neon and spandex – don’t miss this movie.
by Jason Woloski | Source: Artisan DVD
12 Aug 2005 4:33 PM | Comments (1)
I just love Sarah Jessica’s energy in this one, period.
Fritz
14 August 2005
4:56 PM