There are two kinds of people in the world. Those who like Kim Basinger, and those who don't. I don't. Yet, I couldn't understand why she was the only character I had any interest in. At the end of a long 2 hours I was waiting for some piece of Altman magic, the Mash football game, the shooting in Nasville, the perfect movie finale of The Player, and then Ready to Wear struts its stuff. It most certainly does. But why. Was the fact that all these women were walking around naked supposed to add commentary on everything we had seen in the movie. I was as disgusted as Kim Basinger's character was. She, like I, had had it. We had suffered through too much; too much posturing, too much goofiness, too much dog excrement to come to that end!? Kim Basinger's character was the only one in the whole lot that I could sympathize with. But wait, Kim Basinger's character is the fool, the one we're supposed to make fun of through the whole thing. Even at the end, when she says what I was thinking she's comical about it all. I don't think Altman wanted me to admire the character's decision as much as I was. Was that the point? If it was, why did it take so long, why did we have to watch all these boring people go absolutely no where in their pathetic and dull vignettes? So Julia Robert's plays an alcoholic, is this funny? So
the editor is photographed on her knees, is this funny? So Danny Ailleo looks like Streisand in drag, is this funny? The more important question: is this supposed to be interesting, or intellectual in any way? I cannot see it.
Altman films are supposed to confuse us, to make us think, and to have us experience, briefly, bizarre people. But at the end, he usually clarifies everything. In one moment, Altman can make you sit back and go "ah ha," feeling like a sober man once again. Ready to Wear starts you out as a drunk, and at the end, you feel even more drunk. Do not see this film. Please, let it disappear in film history, leaving us only with the best of the best.
the editor is photographed on her knees, is this funny? So Danny Ailleo looks like Streisand in drag, is this funny? The more important question: is this supposed to be interesting, or intellectual in any way? I cannot see it.
Altman films are supposed to confuse us, to make us think, and to have us experience, briefly, bizarre people. But at the end, he usually clarifies everything. In one moment, Altman can make you sit back and go "ah ha," feeling like a sober man once again. Ready to Wear starts you out as a drunk, and at the end, you feel even more drunk. Do not see this film. Please, let it disappear in film history, leaving us only with the best of the best.