Madonna's well-known fascination with Hollywood's golden era glamor (what about this woman is NOT well-known?) led her to seek out a vehicle that hearkened back to the old screwball comedies of the 30s. But while those movies featured charmingly ditzy upper crust types like Jean Arthur and Carole Lombard, this one is built around Madonna's repellent and vulgar 'comic' portrayal of a bottom-feeding street moll with an annoying accent (or more than one) and tacky wardrobe sense. Pia Zadora has more charm, talent and screen charisma than is displayed here by the Materialistic one. Griffin Dunne should get a medal for his attempts to hold the picture together on HIS charm and manages to anchor his scenes adequately even with his co-star running amok in her wild attempts to play a colorful role. A leopard also co-stars for no good reason other than it brings to mind Bringing Up Baby, something this movie otherwise fails utterly to do on its own. The weak script wanders aimlessly in search of situations where Madonna can attempt to be 'zany', but contains little memorable dialog and gives the principles little to do other than bicker with one another in unfunny fashion. Watching this movie reminded me of being stuck in a car with low class neighbors who fight in public. This is not even a so-bad-it's-funny movie, since if it were actually funny, even unintentionally it would have succeeded somewhat as a comedy. It doesn't. It's just irritating.
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