Hey there yogi bears, Harry here with the latest word on PLUTO NASH... A film who's trailer looks like noisy expensive dreck from the trailer... no jokes working... And upon being test screened in Pasadena tonight, The Freshmaker isn't giving it his approval rating. But this is still an early screening... 2 months away from release, but it doesn't sound good for the film. It has a cool cast, but with a script from the combined talents of NORTH, MR BASEBALL, LITTLE BIG LEAGUE and HOCUS POCUS.... well, I'm afraid that even the amazing talents of Eddie Murphy and Ron Underwood, who can make really fun genre spoofs... Well, maybe the GUZMAN can save it for me. He's a god!
In Space No One Can Hear You Laugh:
A Review of Pluto Nash
Saw this Saturday afternoon in Pasadena. The year is 2087, the place- the moon, the movie- an action-comedy. The problem- lame action and almost no laughs!
In this movie, Murphy plays a popular owner of a nightclub being forced to sell out a la umpteen film noir plots. Rosario Dawson is a wannabe lounge singer who's just arrived on the moon. Randy Quaid is a Johnny-Cab like robotic sidekick. Things are good to go at the Club Pluto until Joe Pantoliano and that scary albino looking guy from End of Days show up and put on the squeeze. A wild chase all over the moon ensues with highly hackneyed action scenes- i.e. the most derivative car chase(!) you've ever seen.
Barely scoring in brief, thankless roles are Luis Guzman as Nash's greatest fan and Jay Mohr as a Frank Sinatra-esque Vegas lounge singer- (don't ask). The only truly hilarious moment is a two-minute cameo by Alec Baldwin as an over the top media-hating gangster.
Nowhere to be found is the wisecracking Eddie Murphy of Beverly Hills Cop and The Nutty Professor. This is Metro bad. It's hard to believe this movie comes from the same director who made Tremors and City Slickers.
My advice- blow Pluto Nash out of the airlock.
Call me The Freshmaker.