« The Virgin Read: Somebody Asked Her For This | Main | Comics Of The Weak: Chuck Dixon's Life Is Based Around When Peggy Sue Got Married, True Story »



Feed You can follow this conversation by subscribing to the comment feed for this post.

God damn, this is a great movie. It's one I could own on DVD, since I think I could watch it again and again. There are some parts that are just amazingly affecting and heartbreaking, like when the famous sick lady (sorry, I don't know hardly any of the actors' or characters' names) keeps interrupting her song to tell anecdotes, or the lady strips for the room full of hooting men. Damn, what an amazing film.

I love Altman; I was so fucking sad when he died. At least he went out at the top of his game; Prairie Home Companion was another beautiful movie, one of my favorites of his.

And now I'm curious about the bad film; I haven't seen everything he's done, but I know he's put out a few clunkers. As long as you don't say McCabe and Mrs. Miller or Secret Honor or Buffalo Bill and the Indians or Gosford Park, I'll be okay.

...it couldnt be any of those...those are incredible...its def QUINTET

That stripping scene is one of the most soul-crushing moments in cinema.

My favorite moment of Dr. T and the Women was realizing that Tara Reid was actually turning out a better performance than Kate Hudson. Which isn't saying much, but I was surprised at what Reid ended up pulling off (or what Altman pulled out of her).

I never thought much of Gosford Park, actually, but I've only seen it the once and it was back before I "got" Altman - I should rewatch it.

I too am curious as to which film is going to get tagged in the "bad" review. The man made such a staggering number of films, it's hard to guess. You better not be gunning for Brewster McCloud, though. I will fight for that film. Fight with knives.

Oh, and thanks for the nice comment on my page, by the way.

No hints here, it's been too long since I had something I could actually surprise anybody with--but I just want to sound the same horn regarding the scene in Nashville where Suelean Gayle decides that singing is worth stripping--that's one of the most unnerving and upsetting things I think you can experience in a film that doesn't involve grotesque violence. It still pays off on multiple watches too--I may no longer feel like climbing out of my skin when I watch it, but it still twists my guts into knots.

Oh, and about Mr. T & The Women--good god, I never, never in my wildest nightmares, imagined I'd watch a film with Tara Reid and find her performance to be so subtle and controlled. It helps that she's amongst a cast of women including Farrah Fawcett, Kate Hudson and Liv Tyler, three women who carry new definitions of what terrible acting can look and sound like, but even amongst a powerhouse like Laura Dern, Tara holds her fucking own. Besides the fact that the movie wasn't terrible, Tara's work there is the most surprising thing about that movie.

Still, nothing in Dr. T can contend with its opening, fully improvised scene--those first 5 or 6 minutes are worth 10 years of film school.

The comments to this entry are closed.

My Photo