This movie sure sounded promising, with Jerry Stiller playing an eccentric independent filmmaker and Janeane Garafolo playing his "tanning-bed obsessed" daughter. But alas, the filmmakers spent all their time trying to come up with clever names for Stiller's 400 some movies, meanwhile forgetting to write a script. The dialogue is dull and not funny. The acting by all, including Stiller, is flat and uninvolving. The few times that Jerry Stiller could have been really funny he was not, because of the bad writing. Finally, this mediocre at best movie came to a close and left the audience out to dry. What was the point? All the movie really did was tell a rather boring chapter of a washed-up filmmaker. There was no apparent message, no reason or logic behind what happened. A movie like this needs to have a point, otherwise its a waste of 95 minutes.
Honestly, I don't know how movies like this get made. The idea is great, but I can't imagine anyone being impressed with the treatment, let alone the script. I'm amazed that people as funny and talented as Garafolo and Stiller looked at this script and saw something there. I was more amazed that Alan Smithee didn't direct this film. Grade: "D-".
Honestly, I don't know how movies like this get made. The idea is great, but I can't imagine anyone being impressed with the treatment, let alone the script. I'm amazed that people as funny and talented as Garafolo and Stiller looked at this script and saw something there. I was more amazed that Alan Smithee didn't direct this film. Grade: "D-".