Episodic, overly narrated and highly over-rated feature from director Wes Anderson. The film is burdened down with, among other things, too many loose plot ends, characters who simply enter and leave (prolonged "extras" roles, perhaps?), plot motivations that really come to nothing, a script that seems to go on and on and on, and a tedium level that made me think this film was a royal bore, as well.
There are a few pleasant moments, however to call this a comedy, is a bit of a stretch (and more than a little misleading). The coarse amount of self-indulgence displayed by almost every character, echoed dsyfunction, not humor. A movie should have more to offer, than a "nifty" (expect more sales) soundtrack.
Gene Hackman, Anjelica Huston, et al, make some attempts, yet can't overcome the turgid, poorly written script. Half the supporting cast looked as if they were sleepwalking. I came to envy them about three quarters through this film.
Frankly, THE ROYAL TENENBAUMS reminded me of bad and endless "LOVE, AMERICAN STYLE", retooled up for the new millenium. For rabid fans of Hackman only.
NOT RECOMMENDED.
There are a few pleasant moments, however to call this a comedy, is a bit of a stretch (and more than a little misleading). The coarse amount of self-indulgence displayed by almost every character, echoed dsyfunction, not humor. A movie should have more to offer, than a "nifty" (expect more sales) soundtrack.
Gene Hackman, Anjelica Huston, et al, make some attempts, yet can't overcome the turgid, poorly written script. Half the supporting cast looked as if they were sleepwalking. I came to envy them about three quarters through this film.
Frankly, THE ROYAL TENENBAUMS reminded me of bad and endless "LOVE, AMERICAN STYLE", retooled up for the new millenium. For rabid fans of Hackman only.
NOT RECOMMENDED.