I cannot think of a worse film. The bad acting was only surpassed by the bad script and the bad production work. Throughout, I kept thinking, was Woody that desperate for money? The trailers at the beginning hinted that there is an entire genre devoted to has-been actors hard up for cash. They insist on ten lines in this review, so I am typing away to fill up space. What more is there to say? There are great films in the world, like Loves of a Blonde by Forman or even great Woody Allen films like Annie Hall and Sleeper. I only rented this because of Woody's name, and for that, he earned his pay. Other great movies: The Third Man, Dr. Strangelove, Life of Brian, Groundhog's Day. Three more lines to go. Good movies: What about Bob? Anything by Hitchcock. Even a Mary Kate and Ashley movie, which as a father of young girls I ended up watching, is better than this thing, their best being "Our lips are sealed."
Review of Picking Up the Pieces
