Round 11
Late Entry:
Where to begin... I guess we could say it's well intentioned, but let's admit it -- it's drek.
It may be the horrible casting.
Mandy? I've loved you in other stuff: you were really cool in
Dead Like Me. There's not much TV I like, but I liked you in that one.
Alien Nation? You nailed it! You even named your kid after Richard Nixon! That's gotta win you big points on *this* forum. But Inigo Montoya? Uh, no. Why the Brooklyn accent? You're not even from Brooklyn. Was it some weird homage to Tony Curtis?
Wallace Shawn? You're not a Sicilian outlaw. That's Christopher Walken in
True Romance. You're the son of a famous editor at the
New Yorker. You need to be sitting somewhere chatting in a tweed jacket, which is why you were great in
Manhattan and
My Dinner with Andre. The latter flick may have contributed some confusion precipitating this disaster of a film. That flick's Andre was not
Andre the Giant.
For those forum members too young to remember, there was a time when we laughed *at* pro wrestling, not *with* pro wrestling, which was probably why Andre the Giant was cast -- the filmmakers wanted somebody to laugh at. No need, the rest of the cast fills that role admirably.
I'd go off on the remaining cast, but they've faded into obscurity and I'm too lazy to google them.
Now they tell me they are planning a 30-year anniversary re-release of this travesty. I'm thinking of leaving the country.