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You could even see it in the faces of the audience. The faces whose expressions lied somewhere between a pitiful halfhearted grin and a yawn. The laughs are so few and far between its ridiculous. There can be no basis to defend this performance. I loved Jamie Foxx in Living Color and he's turning out to be a pretty fine actor and getting some good roles, but come on. Shamelessly plugging and basing jokes on all of his previous movies?? and making fun of the other actors in them, telling stories about their quirks? Showing off about supposedly 'making it' into the Hollywood inner circle? Supplanting the word f*ck, for every punchline? Whats worse is the handful of jokes that could have really been funny were drawn out way too long when they could have ended sooner. And naturally there's the ubiquitous obsession with smoking weed, for which no standup routine would be complete without. Some of the impressions were funny and he probably should played more of them for laughs, but overall Jamie does way better in situation comedies when he's not being 'himself'.

Good God.

Stay away...stay far far away for fear some of this dripping wet dung may actually splash up and stain you. One couldn't possibly dream up a more overwrought, pretentious, heaping pile of maggot ridden garbage(fittingly, one of the actual scenes, by the way) if they were paid too.

If the constant mind-numbing screeching of the choir boy throughout the movie's soundtrack doesn't get you and make you want to slap him, the droning on of the orchestra's string section will. Lest we forget the in-you-face symbolism used as a thinly veiled attempt at looking clever. All of the deaths are related to eating....yes, I get it now, thanks. Please. Art? You must be kidding. As though Jean-Paul Gaultier's trashy, over the top decorations could somehow elevate this dreck to couture like status - if anything all they did was enhance it's absurdities and put them on display like so much shock art.

The movie aspires to be a Renoir, but ends up like a Joe Blatch.

Who? Exactly.

It is truly rare to come across a movie that does everything so well.

Conversely, it is truly sad that the 'feel good' genre of movies seem to have gone the way of the dinosaur

Every character actor here is on point. And there are plenty of them. The talent particularly of Judy Holliday cant be overstated, as she moves seemingly effortless between comedic and romantic scene changes. Even the pairing of the 'loudmouth' Paul Douglas is great for her, as the two of them trade punches with ease when their voices are turned up a few decibels. The story moves along quickly with no gaps or awkward pauses in the script, and it works up to a very Capra-like ending which practically leaves you on the edge of your seat. It's not an easy one to find, but if you come across this movie, hang on to it.