Haunted Honeymoon Reviews
VERDICT: "Rental" - (Mixed to Negative reaction). These films are only worth renting because of certain good things that are worth seeing, but are not worth paying at a theatre to see due to bad things that overcome anything good.
(I just finished reading BUNNY BUNNY by Alan Zweibel and ITS ALWAYS SOMETHING by Gilda Radner and both books made my eyes well-up with tears).
The doctors in California said The Cancer had Gone Away, yet when Gilda had gone back to Connecticut it turned out the oncologists in California misread the computers, so very, very, horribly sad.
I'm still devastated . . .
(well, Gilda's sister had cancer, her aunt died of cancer, her grand-mother died of cancer, her father died of brain cancer and Gilda worried a lot as evidenced in her autobiography
. . ."WORRY" and "STRESS" makes the body acidic and the acidity CAUSES the "chemical-environment" conducive to stimulating cancerous growth of cells.)
Gene Wilder had this to say about her death:
She went in for the scan - but the people there could not keep her on the gurney. She was raving like a crazed woman - she knew they would give her morphine and was afraid she'd never regain consciousness. She kept getting off the cart as they were wheeling her out. Finally three people were holding her gently and saying, "Come on Gilda. We're just going to go down and come back up." She kept saying, "Get me out, get me out!" She'd look at me and beg me, "Help me out of here. I've got to get out of here." And I'd tell her, "You're okay honey. I know. I know." They sedated her, and when she came back, she remained unconscious for three days. I stayed at her side late into the night, sometimes sleeping over. Finally a doctor told me to go home and get some sleep. At 4 am on Saturday, I heard a pounding on my door. It was an old friend, a surgeon, who told me, "Come on. It's time to go." When I got there, a night nurse, whom I still want to thank, had washed Gilda and taken out all the tubes. She put a pretty yellow barrette in her hair. She looked like an angel. So peaceful. She was still alive, and as she lay there, I kissed her. But then her breathing became irregular, and there were long gaps and little gasps. Two hours after I arrived, Gilda was gone. While she was conscious, I never said goodbye.
so, Gilda KNEW she would die if "they" gave her morphine, yet "they" gave her the morphine anyway and she died.
I feel Gilda would have beaten the cancer if "they" "let" her live . . . it would have been a long life-struggle, but Gilda had a good ten or fifteen years left.
So its tragic reading the "Gene Wilder Account" of Gilda's final hours above. People need to listen to patients more.
Gene Wilder is a comedy-actor (as Gilda Radner wrote), not a comedian, and not a film director.
Haunted Honeymoon reminds me of a comedy-version of THE CAT AND THE CANARY where family members try to freak each other out in order to get some more inheritance-money.
The Lighting is very bad (in the sense that there are no atmospheric shadows); the cinematography is very "staid" and ordinary; the music is over-blown.
and when we "see" actor Paul L. Smith's thoughts super-imposed on his head, we (the viewer) only sees one thought . . . very, very, very dry comedy-film.
Its no fault of Gene Wilder, its just that Gene Wilder is not a director, just like I am not a neurosurgeon.
(the talent is mis-matched).
BUT GILDA is SOOOOOOO IN-LOVE with GENE . . . for this HAUNTED HONEYMOON receives a 90% because it captures GILDA'S feelings for Gene 100%; and I love it for that.