Now here's a film that's as shallow as a puddle, with a theme that's just so week it's impossible to muddle, as a comic who's as funny as a throbbing, aching wound - evacuates a deluge to an audience un-tuned; to be fair there are some stars who make appearances throughout, names of stage and screen who in their day had quite serious clout, but the buffoon in the middle makes you cringe and want to wail, as the diarrhoea flows from his mouth you want to leave and bail; at two hours and bit the pain is chronic, it's a bore, there is acting that's so stilted it's a never ending chore, perhaps the people of the day saw different things through blinkered eyes, but I generally suspect, they had their eyebrows in the skies.
Review of Thank Your Lucky Stars
