And now I’ma listen to the first episode of the Pod F. Tompkast and go to bed. Don’t I deserve it?
And now they got a white lady singing like Sarah Vaughan.
Man, all these long shots and obvious ADR are bringing me down. I’m playing Minesweeper in another window.
Look, you can either be a Seventies-sensitive man and talk your feelings out with your chauffeur in an attempt to show Depth, or you can be an insecure ball of rage who smacks women around, throws out poets for not understanding good comedy, and is both entertaining and vividly real, but you can’t be both.
And not because of the footage; the silent-movie pastiche is actually quite well done. The lyrics. “Funny man, what are you after? Maybe you’re saying please love meeee.” Jesus Christ. Does everything have to be spelled out like this?
Oh my God these musical sequences are APPALLING.
Pedant alert: I guess this is supposed to take place in 1929, not 1928, because characters are discussing talkies and the Geneva Convention.