NOTE: SOME SPOILERS BELOW!
I saw this movie on television having never heard anything about it. When it was through I was left with the feeling that I had been robbed both of my time and of some hidden part of my soul. But I didn't worry much. After all, I've never really understood these quirky dark dramedies. Then I hear that this was supposed to be a straight-out comedy?!?!?! Somebody find me a joke in this thing. This is a film about a really depressed writer (Albert Brooks) who's career is over. Sharon Stone is supposedly a muse who Brooks hires to help him. Ironically she ends up helping everyone except Brooks and taking complete advantage of him. Yeah, real funny Brooks, let's see how long you can make that one gimmick work. The only thing keeping us from hating Stone is that she's a magical being and therefore must know what's best. At the end it turns out that maybe she was just an escaped mental patient. We're not really sure. So the audience is left with this horrible taste in their mouths rather than any shred of laughter that the filmmakers might have been hoping for. In short, the entire affair is an abysmal waste of celluloid to be avoided by anyone who values their time...and SOUL! Go rent a movie that hits "funny" on the head instead of just dancing around it from a mile away.
I saw this movie on television having never heard anything about it. When it was through I was left with the feeling that I had been robbed both of my time and of some hidden part of my soul. But I didn't worry much. After all, I've never really understood these quirky dark dramedies. Then I hear that this was supposed to be a straight-out comedy?!?!?! Somebody find me a joke in this thing. This is a film about a really depressed writer (Albert Brooks) who's career is over. Sharon Stone is supposedly a muse who Brooks hires to help him. Ironically she ends up helping everyone except Brooks and taking complete advantage of him. Yeah, real funny Brooks, let's see how long you can make that one gimmick work. The only thing keeping us from hating Stone is that she's a magical being and therefore must know what's best. At the end it turns out that maybe she was just an escaped mental patient. We're not really sure. So the audience is left with this horrible taste in their mouths rather than any shred of laughter that the filmmakers might have been hoping for. In short, the entire affair is an abysmal waste of celluloid to be avoided by anyone who values their time...and SOUL! Go rent a movie that hits "funny" on the head instead of just dancing around it from a mile away.
