Intcatinfo
A Masterpiece!
ThrillMessage
There are better movies of two hours length. I loved the actress'performance.
Aiden Melton
The storyline feels a little thin and moth-eaten in parts but this sequel is plenty of fun.
Wizard-8
Several years after directing "Funny About Love", director Leonard Nimoy admitted that making this movie was a mistake, and put the blame on the script. To a degree, Nimoy was correct. The writing found in this movie is truly bizarre at times. Throughout, characters spout out deranged dialogue that no human being with a reasonable amount of intelligence would say. Also, big chunks of time seem to be missing. For example, when Wilder's character and his wife have their first argument, in the next scene she is packing her bags and planning divorce - huh? I don't know if that's how it was written, or if the editing removed some scenes, but the movie is missing important information.While most of the blame is with the script (and possibly with the editing), Nimoy has to share some blame for the performances of his actors. More often than not, Nimoy has his cast acting in a very broad manner that makes the deranged dialogue they speak even worse-sounding.As I indicated in the summary line, this movie is more strange than funny.
dwwashburn
and I used to live on the Upper West Side of NY and work in Brooklyn. Each workday I would take the subway from Central Park West to Brooklyn. On the morning of March 26, 1989, I happened to see a film crew working in the park as I approached the train station. I asked a crew man, "What project are you working on?" He answered, "New York Times"--which was the working title for the movie. The newspaper would not give the studio permission to use that title so it was changed. I knew about the working title from Trekzine. I asked the man to please wish Mr. Nimoy a happy birthday! I've always wondered if he did . . . and if Mr. Nimoy wondered how a passerby knew (a) that it happened to be his birthday and (b) that he was the director of the movie in production! Since Mr. Wilder plays a cartoonist in the film I suggested the title "See You in the Funny Pages" but, of course, it wasn't used. I've seen the movie and tried to spot a scene filmed at Central Park but I didn't see it.
Captain Ed
There is nothing quite so painful as a comedy that isn't, and unfortunately Gene Wilder is is making more and more of them. Normally both Wilder and Christine Lahti are talented performers, but this script would win awards for boring. Not only that, but Lahti and Wilder have no chemistry at all, and it just gets worse when Mary Stuart Masterson is brought into the picture.This is one of those "slice of life" 80's pictures that resemble nothing more than a bad Lifetime TV movie. Wilder's reactions run the gamut from unrealistic to inappropriate; when he's consoling Masterson in their break-up scene, it's like a father with a daughter, which (quite frankly) I found exceedingly creepy. The relationship with Lahti falls apart realistically enough, but with no humor, wit, or even insight possible as Lahti plays it straight and Wilder plays it far too broadly, even for a comedy.** SPOILERS **When he and Lahti get back together at the end, it's all rushed together, complete with an adopted baby coming out of nowhere, and with Lahti's lipstick still damp on Wilder's lips from their first kiss, she introduces Wilder and baby to a restaurantful of strangers as her family. For that matter, the way his mother dies (and how flip Wilder is about it throughout the rest of the movie) conflicts terribly with the way he treats his father when he starts dating again. Nothing in this movie makes any sense or bears any resemblance to human interaction.In short, no subtlety, no humor, no great or even good performances (none bad either, except the inexplicable Susan Ruttan, doing her autistic impression once again), no connection to reality whatsoever. Let's hope that Wilder hooks up with Mel Brooks and they both turn out something that makes us forget their work from the last fifteen years or so.
fagone
Poop! Cubing each consonant and vowel in every curse word known to man could never convey the truly execrable experience of watching this movie. My friend and I had to check the IMDB to convince us that we did not, in fact, hallucinate it. Seriously, folks -- it's that bad. Even the anal-injection scene didn't save it, nor did Gene Wilder's witty frying pantheon bit. Perhaps this is a bit unfair -- Wilder is, we hear, the Jerry Lewis of Sweden. Those Swedes just love him; maybe we're missing something. In Sweden, the government funds gigantic outdoors viewings of all six episodes of "Something Wilder." In Sweden, we hear, these events are public holidays. So maybe there's something to it -- we just don't know.
