Rudolph made a few decent films. This is not one of them. In fact, I'd say it is the worst Rudolph movie I've seen. It's like some kind of third rate wannabe Altman movie, which isn't surprising considering Altman produced it.
The characters are all incredibly shallow, annoying flakes. It's so bad it's almost like a parody of flakey 70's people. They sit around and smoke 24/7 and sleep with each other at the drop of a hat. They have the charisma of a wet rag, but they all think they are the greatest things since sliced bread. I really can't fathom how Altman or Rudolph thought this was good. It's almost like it was made by an alien from a distant star system, who was trying to approximate the behavior of empty humans during the 1970s.
Keith Carradine looks ridiculous with the goatee and bowtie, but every woman he meets wants to jump in bed with him, even though he has the charisma of a sponge. Another irritating aspect of his character was the fact that he was swigging booze whenever he would drive around town. Then there's Harvey Keitel and his idiotic pipe, and his wife Geraldine Chaplin and her coughing fits.
I have to make special mention of the godawful music in the film. This is some of the most worthless, annoying singer-songwriter crud I've ever heard. No wonder Richard Baskin's career never went anywhere, his music and singing are annoying beyond belief. It was like a cliched parody of coked-up 70s Geffen singer-songwriters. I felt like kicking in the TV every time he opened his mouth. And those lyrics! Sometimes I wonder if Altman and Rudolph deliberately did their best to try and make some of their movies as irritating as possible. I really find it unfathomable how anyone with a working brain could give this movie a good review.
The characters are all incredibly shallow, annoying flakes. It's so bad it's almost like a parody of flakey 70's people. They sit around and smoke 24/7 and sleep with each other at the drop of a hat. They have the charisma of a wet rag, but they all think they are the greatest things since sliced bread. I really can't fathom how Altman or Rudolph thought this was good. It's almost like it was made by an alien from a distant star system, who was trying to approximate the behavior of empty humans during the 1970s.
Keith Carradine looks ridiculous with the goatee and bowtie, but every woman he meets wants to jump in bed with him, even though he has the charisma of a sponge. Another irritating aspect of his character was the fact that he was swigging booze whenever he would drive around town. Then there's Harvey Keitel and his idiotic pipe, and his wife Geraldine Chaplin and her coughing fits.
I have to make special mention of the godawful music in the film. This is some of the most worthless, annoying singer-songwriter crud I've ever heard. No wonder Richard Baskin's career never went anywhere, his music and singing are annoying beyond belief. It was like a cliched parody of coked-up 70s Geffen singer-songwriters. I felt like kicking in the TV every time he opened his mouth. And those lyrics! Sometimes I wonder if Altman and Rudolph deliberately did their best to try and make some of their movies as irritating as possible. I really find it unfathomable how anyone with a working brain could give this movie a good review.