"I can’t remember the last time I saw two people really falling in love in a movie. Now all we get is the meet cute, a montage, a kiss, then acoustic song into fade out. Nothing experiential, only movies manufactured from movies. Apparently, there was once a time when Jill Clayburgh danced around in her underwear. She laughed, she cried, she hurt, but it seems like a legend that never happened. Now we have ‘The Bounty’ and I don’t know what to do on Friday nights."
--Sam Wasson, author of 5th Ave., 5 AM about the making of Breakfast at Tiffany's. His discussion with Maureen Dowd about the pathetic state of Hollywood romantic comedies is here.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
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