This was the all-timer in dreariness. By the end, DeGeneres was trying as desperately for laughs as a pre-Deano Jerry Lewis working the early show at Moe’s I-95 Supper Club. Wait–someone in the band smokes dope? Bob Hope wouldn’t have attempted that 35 years ago.
A movie I actually liked a lot won. One of the best six directors of the past hundred years FINALLY won. And yet the thing staggered toward the finish line and fell over face-first.
I saw Clint Eastwood yawning. He wasn’t alone.
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