It's hard to say which of Peck and Kerr is the most embarrassing as their respective celebrity. Gregory Peck as the world's greatest forgotten novelist F. Scott Fitzgonzo, starts drinking and behaving badly about the hour mark, unless you count the unprovoked violence against Sheilah - Deborah Kerr as ambitious gossip columnist Sheilah Gonzo does her 'Heaven Knows, Mr. Allison' turn, a starchy governess.
Visually, it's nice to look at as a sort of animated Norman Rockwell - you can try to spot how much of the scenery is painting, in the slow moments of which there are many. Any sense that it's the 1930s is nonexistent, except for a short radio broadcast.
Zelda, Fitzgonzo's severely mentally ill wife (no doubt partly thanks to contemporary treatments) gets many namechecks, but if only we got to see her, or her influence on him, or maybe her art once or twice, it would relieve the utter mundanity of this tedious holiday slideshow.
Music by Franz Waxman, which is appropriate considering the resemblance of the cast to wax figures. And Gregory Peck's booming voice is even more irritating than Deborah Kerr's clipped radio-announcer. The actual Fitzgerald was a dreadful chronic drunk, but he probably didn't fancy himself half as much as the totally miscast Gregory Peck appears to. Nor did he die in front of Sheilah.
Visually, it's nice to look at as a sort of animated Norman Rockwell - you can try to spot how much of the scenery is painting, in the slow moments of which there are many. Any sense that it's the 1930s is nonexistent, except for a short radio broadcast.
Zelda, Fitzgonzo's severely mentally ill wife (no doubt partly thanks to contemporary treatments) gets many namechecks, but if only we got to see her, or her influence on him, or maybe her art once or twice, it would relieve the utter mundanity of this tedious holiday slideshow.
Music by Franz Waxman, which is appropriate considering the resemblance of the cast to wax figures. And Gregory Peck's booming voice is even more irritating than Deborah Kerr's clipped radio-announcer. The actual Fitzgerald was a dreadful chronic drunk, but he probably didn't fancy himself half as much as the totally miscast Gregory Peck appears to. Nor did he die in front of Sheilah.