Nice hat.

Mwah… this burg ain’t big enough for the both of us.

Mae West is so fun to watch. She co-wrote this movie with W. C. Fields, apparently, and the first half is a pure delight, and is LOL-out-loud funny.

Sure!

Heh heh.

Mwah!

Heh heh.

But… while the main plot is very funny, and the performances are hilarious, there’s just something about this movie that’s not firing on all cylinders. Especially the Fields scenes seem to drag on without much purpose, and the excessive nastiness towards his manservant is just offputting (and I think it’s meant to be funny).

Still, the scenes that work are hilarious, so I think I’m gonna go with:

My Little Chickadee. Edward F. Cline. 1940. ⚃

Great shot.

Oh! Bruce Willis! Is this one of those fake movies that are being churned out by the dozens?

No, it’s too old for that, and it’s got a $20M budget. I’m guessing most of that went to Willis (who is killed off after 15 minutes OOPS SPOILERS).

It’s one of those weird movies: It feels totally predictable, and still totally chaotic.

Oh, Superman.

OK, this is where the money went: It’s a pretty good car chase scene at the end of the movie there. It’s both goofy and familiar: They do the driving-down-stairs scene, but the cars bounce around in an amusing way instead of being all manly and stuff.

This is a really, really bad movie, but it looks pretty good, and Sigourney Weaver looks like she had a good time playing a kick-ass evil CIA agent.

This has a 4% tomatometer rating.

The Cold Light of Day. Mabrouk El Mechri. 2012. ⚁

Hey! It’s Sigourney Weaver! That’s probably the reason I got this movie in the first place, but I’d forgotten…

I know this is supposed to take place in 1995, but couldn’t they get a hairdresser that had actually experienced 1995?

I like the whimsical bits in this movie… It’s a very likeable, old-fashioned kind of drama: Young woman goes to work for a literary agency, and whimsicality ensues.

While it’s very likeable and very watchable, it doesn’t really feel… vital? But I like it.

My Salinger Year. Philippe Falardeau. 2020. ⚃