Wednesday, October 07, 2009

old trouts

Just watched last year's The Women remake on cable and it was as bad as I feared. The lame attempts to update the excellent 1939 film were...simply lame. Where was the banter? The pace? The sheer, delightful bitchiness? Even the fashion show, trying so hard to be tasteful, completely missed the campy mark that the original film had. And the lamest of all movie scenes that we've had to sit through ad nauseum, the rush to get the pregnant gal to the hospital...

There were glimpses of the old Meg Ryan at times, but too many scenes where I found myself trying to examine her mouth and its perpetual grin. The scene about plastic surgery with Candice Bergen was especially painful. And what was with the decision to make the ultimate bitch character Sylvia into the BFF? Oh well, not everybody can be Rosalind Russell, Joan Crawford, Paulette Goddard, or even holier-than-thou Norma Shearer. I'll take the original please. And Jungle Red - not this pale, old trout imitation.


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