January 29 movie: Down With Love. While that idiot Ben Mankewitz was introducing Pillow Talk, he gratuitously dissed Down With Love. He said that Down With Love wasn't as funny as Pillow Talk (well, duh), and also it wasn't as funny as Tango and Cash. I haven't seen Tango and Cash but that sounds like an insult to me. So I pulled out the DVD of Down With Love and watched it again.
On previous viewings I was totally smitten with the retro vibe, and didn't really look any further. This time I noticed that the movie falls apart in the third act (actually Pillow Talk has the same problem, but not nearly to the same degree). A lot of the humor is incrediblyt juvenile, even moreso than Pillow Talk. And the retro stylings, while cool, are all over the place -- the movie is set in 1962 but the set and fashions at the ladies' magazine are all kind of 1968 Pierre Cardin. But you know what? I don't care. I still love this movie. It's worth watching for David Hyde Pierce alone. His Tony Randall is pitch perfect.
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