Ruth Gordon is an acquired taste that I have not acquired. Her performances are all the same—affected and silly. George Segal is much the same—repetition of mannerisms is not necessarily effective acting.
The film is not creative, innovative, funny, or interesting. It seems locked in the time from which it emerged when almost anything out-of-the-ordinary counted as groundbreaking. This film is a holdover from the fifties. It reminds me of fifties television comedies.
The tone is corrosive, not ironic. The film does depict New York as a region of hell, which it was at the time. That part is on target.
The narrative wanders off course and never lands in any harbour. Watching it is a painful way to waste an afternoon.
The film is not creative, innovative, funny, or interesting. It seems locked in the time from which it emerged when almost anything out-of-the-ordinary counted as groundbreaking. This film is a holdover from the fifties. It reminds me of fifties television comedies.
The tone is corrosive, not ironic. The film does depict New York as a region of hell, which it was at the time. That part is on target.
The narrative wanders off course and never lands in any harbour. Watching it is a painful way to waste an afternoon.