Friday, January 30, 2009


Bill Murray is better than I remember. The intermittent pop music interludes are really intrusive but I am not sure that is such a bad thing. The arch tone of the goings-on may be supported by the songs. The songs themselves are badly dated though, much more so than the clothes or makeup or even the cars. Giddy stuff. Not that there isn't plenty to quibble about: Ernie Hudson's role is utterly thankless and the villain sequence seems merely bolted on.

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