At long last.... I finally got to see this film... it is a notorious bomb- and rightly so. But that doesn't mean it shouldn't be seen. In fact, for most of us bad film lovers, this is a special treat.
It begins with one of the worst segments in film history where the adorable Madeline Kahn plays a drunken actress who can't act, can't sing, can't dance and is the opposite of entertaining. This segment is so awful, so poor in every way (with the exception of set decoration), that I'm sure many critics watched this - and the next scene - wrote off the film as amateur garbage - and headed to their typewriter to bask in the heavenly delight of bashing a Peter Bogdanovich film at the height of his cinematic prowess.
The second scene stars some abysmal foreign person named Duilio Del Prete who also cannot act, cannot sing, cannot dance. This guy isn't the poor man's Maurice Chevalier, he's the dead man's Maurice Chevalier. He is so boring, so unattractive, so bland and so talentless that it is impossible to even begin to guess what Bogdanovich was thinking... or drinking... or snorting. It is simply inconceivable as to what the director was thinking.
When all is said and done, this film is a horrible beginning, an elongated and butt-numbing ending (that goes on forever and ever), wrapped around one of the most fun and funny and charming musical number ever to be committed to celluloid... and that's the four principals - and two second bananas (John Hillerman and Eileen Brennan) having a hell of a time riffing on the Cole Porter song "Friendship" for 20 minutes. This segment is heavenly and almost makes "At Long Last Love" worth watching... almost.
This film's plot is based on 6 characters who want to hook up in various couples - but no one wants the one that wants them... and that is almost believable - because no one in their right mind would believe anyone in the cinematic fart is desirable... they are all huge lumps of lifeless clay being modeled by a director who thinks he is so clever; he falls all over himself failing in every conceivable way. No one in this film is in their right mind. I'm guessing the cocaine was flowing... because no one has the where-with-all to say... Wait a minute! What the F are we doing here..? The disassociation from reality - on every level - is palpable in every frame.
The penultimate scene takes place in a ladies room which has the best - and the worst moments in the film. The best? Madeline Kahn and Cybil Shepherd, who have had a parting of the ways over a "so-called" man, meet in the bathroom. There are 3 mirrors on the wall behind Shepherd and as Kahn walks towards her, Bogdanovich moves the camera so that they face-off three times in a row. It is awe-inspiring and monumental. One of the greatest uses of mirrors on a set to rival Fassbinder. It reminds you of why Bogdanovich was considered one of the best filmmakers at the time.
The worst... this scene evolves into a song and dance number and Shepard is dressed in an outfit that makes her look like a linebacker in drag... At the time of this film's release, a critic supposedly quipped that Shepherd looks like someone brought a horse to a cat show in this film - and this scene validates that statement fully. I had never understood the attraction of Shepherd - until she was able to fully self-affirm her lack of ability in her 90's sitcom. Finally, she got that she was ridiculously ill-suited for stardom and brilliantly played on that acknowledgement for comedy on TV. Here, Bogdanovich is so in love with her, and she is so in love with herself, that the viewer almost has to look away in embarrassment at their inability to honestly assess just how Godawful and ill-suited Shepherd really is for this film.
Shepherd and Burt Reynolds are just horrible here. (Although Reynolds busts his ass trying to make things fun. He fails) Kahn is wasted. (Thank God Mel Brooks understood how to use her in a film - Bogdanovich only got her in "What's Up Doc"). Dummy de dum dum - or whatever the guy playing Johnny Spanish is named - is just awful too. Brennan and Mildred Natwick are given nothing great or fun to do... Bogdanovich just throws actors at the screen and gives them nothing fun or witty or important or unique to do. Watching Brennan play a sort of unwanted nymphomaniac is just unpleasant at every turn. And that is ALL she is given to do here. However, Hillerman, it must be said, steals the show at every chance he's given.
By now you know that Bogdanovich had his cast sing live on the soundtrack and this only works once - in the aforementioned "Friendship" segment. This is a throwback to how musicals were made in the 30''s - but with the technology of the 70's at his disposal, Bogdanovich just continues to make wrong choice after wrong choice here. These actors in their roles may have been able to make this film work if they were allowed to lip-sync to other, more talented, singers... The film may have not seemed like a bloated, beached whale if the director hadn't insisted on long takes that make the film feel elongated and exasperating. But nope... ego wins at every turn and no-one has the balls to tell the director what a fool he is - and how it can be seen in nearly every frame of his film.
The only thing that works in the film is the art direction and set - but this is again Bogdanovich giving a big FU to the studio. I'm sure he wanted to shoot this in black and white (which was his wont in the 70's evoking the 30's) - and when the studio said no, he just had the sets, the props, the costumes and the artwork in the film be completely in black and white yet filmed it in color. It is beautiful - and the art deco décor is wonderful eye candy. But prettiness does not always good cinema make.
Still, for the love of all that makes cinema holy, if you get a chance to see this movie - run - do not walk - run to the theater. Yes, this is a celluloid abortion - but it is also a one-in-a-lifetime experience. If you think "The Room" or Ed Wood or some other cult film is really an atrocity in 35mm... you are in for an eye-opening and butt-numbing experience. At two hours plus... this film requires a dedication to awfulness that few movie enthusiasts can muster. If you love hating this film as much as I do - you are a rare breed.
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