I prefer to get my homilies from somebody a little more disabused than Dorothy Gale
Yet since it doesn’t quite know what it wants to say, this salutary didacticism is really a lost cause.
i thought it meant like perfunctory oops
The Depression was not just an urban phenomenon limned in Warner Bros. gangster films and Gold Diggers musicals
Whatever Works is a vituperative, hostile film that mellows after a great painful-looking shot of Larry David lying on top of a woman he’s landed on while trying to commit suicide by jumping out a window
The movie is lugubrious, like a Chekhov play about comedians in Los Angeles, a Chekhov play with hundreds of dick jokes, in which Jimmy Fallon might show up in a cameo as himself
