I’ve watched this before — at the time it was released, I think? Probably on VHS. But I’m rewatching it now because of:
Heh heh, they had no idea that the comedically plumped lips would seem modest thirty years later.
Heh he.
Goldie Hawn really is fantastic. I’d forgotten. So funny.
This movie is super duper late 80s. Which is weird for a mid-90s movie. I like it.
The director is… the director from Police Academy.
The writer has done only one thing. But several times. (But perhaps those other instances are adaptation credits… Oh! This is based on a book. Never mind.)
Scenes like this just make me nostalgic… they actually have a set decorator — they put up some wallpaper! Nowadays this would all be greenscreen, and of course it wouldn’t be lit like this, but instead would just be a low contrast field of greyness.
I miss movies.
Heh heh.
This really is a screwball comedy once it gets going. It’s very funny indeed.
Ooo… New York…
But of course, this isn’t the 30s, so you can’t just do a screwball comedy — you’ve got to have a third act when things get serious, and you get that dreaded character development.
I love these New York doors.
Heh heh.
OK, they got the character development over quickly.
Gorgeous.
Eep.
Awww… shooting on location… with lots and lots of artificial lighting. This is a technology that has gotten lost.
Anyway, this is a very amiable movie. The funny bits are really funny, but there isn’t enough of those funny bits.
The First Wives Club. Hugh Wilson. 1996. ⚃







































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