...The One-Minute Pundit
Friday, April 08, 2011
More genius from the House of St. Jack of Valenti:
The stars appear to be enjoying themselves, even when they're recycling groaners that Mel Brooks could barely get away with back in the '80s. (Fabious: "Come be gay with me and father!" Thadeous: "But I don't want to be gay!").
When Portman finally shows up as Isabel, a warrior on her own quest, she appears to be parodying her super-serious performance in the second "Star Wars" trilogy.
At the screening I attended, there was much speculation about whether she employed a body double for a heavily CGI'd rear shot wearing nothing but a thong. (My guess: without a doubt.)
But then Mr. THUMBS® comes along and spoils it all:
One strange thing about the movie is the relentless obscenity. I don't have the slightest difficulty with the f-word or most other words, as themselves. What I don't understand is why almost every single sentence has to be filled with them. Why is that funny? Was I supposed to be “shocked”? Was it intended as daring? It's puerile.
But isn't that why the late beloved fellow zillionaire GENE invented the A RATING?
And the sad thing is this was excreted by a former EISENSTEIN. PFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!!!!
P. S. at 4:58 p. m. If a lazy typist like Dana can wax nostalgic about a largely forgotten, vaguely amusing "comedy" of 1981 -- and especially over The Singing Android -- how will movie ad-blurbists rhapsodize over today's movies thirty years hence? The mind reels.