Mary Poppins Returns
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"At Long Last Love" is a lavish feast of performance; for that matter, like many great movies, it defines a mode of performance.
This Cole Porter coloring book, mounted with great expense and no taste, is one of those grand catastrophes that make audiences either hoot in derisive surprise or look away in embarrassment.
A disappointing and embarrassing waste of talent.
It's an indulgent movie -- Peter and Cybill having a lark with their friends -- but it's also a neat parody of '30s musicals.
The movie's no masterpiece, but I can't account for the viciousness of some of the critical attacks against it.
A daring experiment that failed.
Looked at today, without the baggage of 1975, At Long Last Love is much more artistically successful than is generally allowed.
It's not just the acting. There's no chemistry, and very few Cole Porter songs are performed in such a way that you'd guess would make the old lyricist happy. 'You're the Top'? Not with this group doing the singing.
This foolish attempt at re-creating the lush musicals of the 1930s offers fabulous art deco sets, memorable Cole Porter songs, and slick production values, yet it goes down like a stricken elephant.
But as they say, when all you have to recommend in your musical is a hairy chest, you're in trouble.
Cole Porter fans, steer clear. Actually, everybody steer clear.
Burt Reynolds and Cybill Shepherd sing and dance...badly! But the lively supporting cast and the art deco production design deserve merit.
Glue footed travesty that makes a mockery of the very films it sets out to honor. Bogdanovich has seemingly no understanding of the genre and even if the cast were better the film would still be deeply flawed. A very few performers acquit themselves without shame, unsurprisingly they are old pros Mildred Natwick, John Hillerman and too a lesser extent Eileen Brennan. Madeleine Kahn tries her best and isn't terrible but the songs aren't suited to her unique brand of talent and the direction does her no favors. Duilio Del Prete is a nonenitity who makes no impression. That leaves the leads who are awful both separately and together. Reynolds at least seems to be giving it the old college try the problem being that he can neither sing nor dance and shares zero chemistry with Cybill Shepherd. Early in her career here she is hopelessly out of her depth, in time she was able to perform a song with at least a little finesse, not here. She also dances with no grace whatsoever and is stiff in her scenes, the movie stops dead whenever she is on screen. A mess!
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