This scatterbrained comedy is a barely sketch-worthy concept stretched over an hour-and-a-half. Martin Short's obese and chatty film critic, Jiminy Glick, sweats and wheezes his way through this nonsensical movie. What few laughs there were were surely accidents as no character seemed to have a script. Everyone simply said random things occasionally stumbling upon a zinger and quickly moving off of it because they didn't know what part of what they said was funny. So, I laughed at points, while I cringed at most of it.
Review of Jiminy Glick in Lalawood
