Within 10 minutes it becomes apparent that this is a sub-Woody Allen heavily referenced 1930s screwball influenced - copied - movie.
As the product of a young man's devotion to that era and genre it might stand up, and, if interpreted to contemporary styling, be of some merit. That this is the work from a veteran is really quite sad.
It is boring, tedious, wordy and obvious with its various types, its psycho-farce plotting, which hinges on a comically exaggerated accented Poots doing her schtick as she explains the entire story.
This ought to be classified as a home movie and so only the team that made it should made to suffer it, say at Thanksgiving or Christmas. Then, they can snooze while it plays and utter platitudes to grandpa for making this pastiche of an old memory from his younger days.
As the product of a young man's devotion to that era and genre it might stand up, and, if interpreted to contemporary styling, be of some merit. That this is the work from a veteran is really quite sad.
It is boring, tedious, wordy and obvious with its various types, its psycho-farce plotting, which hinges on a comically exaggerated accented Poots doing her schtick as she explains the entire story.
This ought to be classified as a home movie and so only the team that made it should made to suffer it, say at Thanksgiving or Christmas. Then, they can snooze while it plays and utter platitudes to grandpa for making this pastiche of an old memory from his younger days.