How did this movie not kill Michelle Pfeiffer’s career before it even got started? She must already have been cast for Scarface before this stinker hit theaters. And frankly “stinker” sells the experience well short. I imagine someone at Paramount saying something like “hey, the first one wasn’t much more than dumb dialogue and musical numbers. Let’s just make another one of those. The formula’s so simple, even the choreographer from number one could direct it.” Not surprisingly, the notes on IMDb are peppered with phrases such as “unfinished script” and “difficulties with the cast.” Still, even a well-orchestrated production would have been unable to squeeze entertainment out of plot lines and songs so thoroughly bereft of humor, charm or any other redeeming quality. Wish I’d skipped it
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