Well, first of all, was no one going to say anything about the gauze? WOW!
The gauze on the lens throughout this thing puts every old Joan Rivers "We shot that through linoleum" joke to shame.
And "If He Walked Into My Life": Holy Crap! What was once, in another incarnation, Angela Lansbury's legendary show stopper here reduces Christian Saints to derisive giggles. It isn't simply that the number gets away from Ball: she doesn't even give it a good chase.
And then, there's the gauze.
Plus, you know, a gay man with a chip on his shoulder about his mother or God- knows-what (Paul Zindel) adapting a story written by a gay man who didn't have a chip on his shoulder about his mother or anything else (Patrick Dennis.) Mr. Dennis' Mame is a joy; Mr. Zindel's Mame should be put down for society's good.
And then, there's the gauze.
Which doesn't mean that "Mame" isn't a great way to spend a Sunday afternoon when it's raining and the video store is all the way over _there_.
I'm just saying...
The gauze on the lens throughout this thing puts every old Joan Rivers "We shot that through linoleum" joke to shame.
And "If He Walked Into My Life": Holy Crap! What was once, in another incarnation, Angela Lansbury's legendary show stopper here reduces Christian Saints to derisive giggles. It isn't simply that the number gets away from Ball: she doesn't even give it a good chase.
And then, there's the gauze.
Plus, you know, a gay man with a chip on his shoulder about his mother or God- knows-what (Paul Zindel) adapting a story written by a gay man who didn't have a chip on his shoulder about his mother or anything else (Patrick Dennis.) Mr. Dennis' Mame is a joy; Mr. Zindel's Mame should be put down for society's good.
And then, there's the gauze.
Which doesn't mean that "Mame" isn't a great way to spend a Sunday afternoon when it's raining and the video store is all the way over _there_.
I'm just saying...