After an unbearable, rich bitchy socialite (Goldie Hawn) falls off her yacht and gets amnesia, the small town carpenter (Kurt Russell) she stiffed out of his money gets his revenge by pretending to be her husband. As screwball comedies go, this one gives it the old college try but it runs out of steam pretty fast. Most of the humor comes in the first part of the film as the spoiled Hawn, now a fish out of water, attempts to be domestic and raising Russell's four kids who she believes to be her own. The film is near unimaginable without Hawn. The laugh mileage she gets from the predictable material is near remarkable. While it's a pity the material isn't better, is there any doubt she's one of the great screen comediennes, right up there with Lombard and Dunne? While Hawn doesn't get any help from director Garry Marshall, her real life "hubby" Kurt Russell make for a great romantic comedy team. I could have done with less of the typical 1980s synthesizer machine score by Alan Silvestri. With Roddy McDowall, Edward Herrmann, Katherine Helmond and Hector Elizondo.
No comments:
Post a Comment