adamchurvis
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Unlike the "professional" critics who slammed this beautiful film worthy of preservation in the National Film Registry, I have a clear and level head and do NOT under ANY circumstances perform untoward acts with farm animals.
Grandma's Boy is the one film that can knock Citizen Kane off it's "Best Film Ever" status, not the least reason for which is Allen Covert's vastly superior decision to film it in color rather than yucky old-fashioned black and white.
If you are looking for a subtitled black and white film that makes "professional" critics positively tumescent over a sad Italian clown searching everywhere for the father who abandoned him as a child, only to find him in his own reflection of a Funhouse Mirror, at which moment he loses his clown attire and makeup and is now dressed just as his father was on the day he left his family, then Grandma's Boy is not for you, and you should seriously consider paying someone to punch you in the face.
BUT... if you are looking for an hour and a half of pure unadulterated joy so profound that it makes you finally understand Beethoven's "Ode to Joy," then Grandma's Boy is just what the doctor ordered.
Even after sixteen years of world tumult, Grandma's Boy stands unscathed on the winner's platform, holding high a Torch of Excellence to illuminate the shadows and bring about true understanding in this crazy world.
And to the great Allen Covert who should be given First Look / Final Cut / Unrestricted Budget at every major studio in Hollywood I say this: "Bravo, maestro."
Grandma's Boy is the one film that can knock Citizen Kane off it's "Best Film Ever" status, not the least reason for which is Allen Covert's vastly superior decision to film it in color rather than yucky old-fashioned black and white.
If you are looking for a subtitled black and white film that makes "professional" critics positively tumescent over a sad Italian clown searching everywhere for the father who abandoned him as a child, only to find him in his own reflection of a Funhouse Mirror, at which moment he loses his clown attire and makeup and is now dressed just as his father was on the day he left his family, then Grandma's Boy is not for you, and you should seriously consider paying someone to punch you in the face.
BUT... if you are looking for an hour and a half of pure unadulterated joy so profound that it makes you finally understand Beethoven's "Ode to Joy," then Grandma's Boy is just what the doctor ordered.
Even after sixteen years of world tumult, Grandma's Boy stands unscathed on the winner's platform, holding high a Torch of Excellence to illuminate the shadows and bring about true understanding in this crazy world.
And to the great Allen Covert who should be given First Look / Final Cut / Unrestricted Budget at every major studio in Hollywood I say this: "Bravo, maestro."
Film Money listen up: next time someone pitches you a film, put aside the reputations of the talent attached and READ THE EFFING SCRIPT ALL THE WAY THROUGH, okay? Don't just say to yourself, "Well, it's got Polanski and Cleese and Ardant, so... yeah!" READ!
If it's nothing more than silos of self-contained stories with only The Man In Charge running frantically between them trying to keep Armageddon from happening, then it's all been overdone many times before and it's not worth putting your good money after bad.
Sadly, Daddy Warbucks didn't read the script for "The Palace"; he just forked over more than $18,000,000 based on the Polanski-Cleese-Ardant package and never looked back.
If he had, he would have seen an atrocity on film. A murder of reputations. A tragedy of a comedy. In short, an embarrassment.
I noticed on Rotten Tomatoes that critics gave this film a 6%, while viewers gave it a 65%. If ever there was a time to fear that these viewers are the same people wildly entertained by the fictional TV series "Ow, My Balls!" featured in the film "Idiocracy," now is that time.
If you don't heed my advice, the next thing you'll do is put untold millions into "Dude, Where's My Car 2: Lost At the Mall."
READ. THE. SCRIPT.
If it's nothing more than silos of self-contained stories with only The Man In Charge running frantically between them trying to keep Armageddon from happening, then it's all been overdone many times before and it's not worth putting your good money after bad.
Sadly, Daddy Warbucks didn't read the script for "The Palace"; he just forked over more than $18,000,000 based on the Polanski-Cleese-Ardant package and never looked back.
If he had, he would have seen an atrocity on film. A murder of reputations. A tragedy of a comedy. In short, an embarrassment.
I noticed on Rotten Tomatoes that critics gave this film a 6%, while viewers gave it a 65%. If ever there was a time to fear that these viewers are the same people wildly entertained by the fictional TV series "Ow, My Balls!" featured in the film "Idiocracy," now is that time.
If you don't heed my advice, the next thing you'll do is put untold millions into "Dude, Where's My Car 2: Lost At the Mall."
READ. THE. SCRIPT.