Steve Martin, Goldie Hawn, John Cleese, Mark McKinney, Oliver Hudson,
Valerie Perri, Steve Mittleman, Randall Arney, Carlease Burke,
Christopher Durang, Mo Gaffney, Josh Mostel, Gregory Jbara, Cynthia
Nixon, Joseph Maher, Ernie Sabella, William Deull, Joe Grifasi and
Rudolph W. Giuliani.
Screenplay by Marc Lawrence.
Directed by Sam
Distributed by Paramount Pictures. 90 minutes. Rated PG-13.
I had high hopes
coming into this film. It had a good pedigree. It was based on a
terrific script by Neil Simon and terrific film from the 70s. It
has three of the best comic actors in the world in Steve Martin,
Goldie Hawn and John Cleese. So why am I so unmoved by this film?
For one thing, the harsh immediacy of the original has been replaced
by a loping pace where no one seems to know exactly where they're
going. Martin as always has a terrific slow burn and Hawn is
appropriately ditzy, but unlike Jack Lemmon and Sandy Dennis in the
first film, you never really feel they are in any kind of real
danger. Cleese's character, while funny, is a tired cliché, the
snooty desk clerk who has a sordid secret. Yawn!
There were so
many outrageous plot holes and so much weak plotting. Like how
could Martin and Hawn know that the mayor of New York was in a
crowded room? Particularly when they had lights shined in their
eyes and they ran away in a matter of seconds? Why have a major
subplot about their daughter using their credit cards but not show
the daughter until the last scene where all is forgiven? Would Cleese's character really be dumb enough to allow himself to be
blackmailed with the threat of jail for a bout of transvestitism in
the privacy of his own room? If the screenwriter can't be bothered
to care about this story, why should I? (4/99)
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