Dead Man Don’t Wear Plaid
A fairly gimmicky idea for a comedy that didn't really translate to a one and a half hour feature film.
Steve Martin is the most clichéd of Raymond Chandler/Sam Spade-esque hard boiled noir detective, surrounding by the gags and characters the genre is known for.
Here and there throughout the story (in what must have been a licensing nightmare) appears footage of actors from films of the classic noir period - Bogart, David, Dietrich et al - and they've been woven into the story.
At first I didn't even realise what was going on - I knew nothing about the movie and didn't know this was the point of it. When I did, I was thinking it could have been done a little better, even a little more to get the point across.
Although Steve Martin was the usual saving grace, his signature shtick was (as necessary) understated. Some funny lines, not much else.
Steve Martin is the most clichéd of Raymond Chandler/Sam Spade-esque hard boiled noir detective, surrounding by the gags and characters the genre is known for.
Here and there throughout the story (in what must have been a licensing nightmare) appears footage of actors from films of the classic noir period - Bogart, David, Dietrich et al - and they've been woven into the story.
At first I didn't even realise what was going on - I knew nothing about the movie and didn't know this was the point of it. When I did, I was thinking it could have been done a little better, even a little more to get the point across.
Although Steve Martin was the usual saving grace, his signature shtick was (as necessary) understated. Some funny lines, not much else.