Sometimes the romantic subplot gets in the way of the satire, but when you see Hemingway drooling and mumbling into his scotch and hear Gertrude Stein recite one of her interminable doggerels masquerading as an unassuming philosophical gem, you know they can't be too serious. One of the greatest lines in any movie comes near the end, when Wallace Shawn says to Keith Carradine: "I ran into Maurice Ravel in the men's room. He didn't recognize me."
I love these early 20th century "period" films, and The Moderns is double the fun-no real suicides, and a hopeful, happy ending.
Review of The Moderns
