Marci X

since i was fortunate enough to avoid both gigli and from justin to kelly, i thought i would be able to go all summer without seeing how truly horrible some of the movies are that hollywood continues to churn out each week, but then i saw marci x.

while obviously this one wasn't going to win any oscars, i thought it would at least be somewhat humorous, but i couldn't have been more wrong. while i realize that writer paul rudnick was trying to parody a few other things/people throughout the story, this film is choked full of more stereotypes than i cared to count. the story line was ridiculously stupid and the acting was mediocre at best. i was honestly ready to walk out less than 15 minutes into the film.

overall, the most laughs my friends and i got out of this movie was making fun of how bad it was, after it was over.

if there are any questions about why hollywood isn't making any money, movies like this are your answer.

There's probably an entertaining comedy buried somewhere in this mess, but this whole movie appears to be a first draft that was rushed into production. There was potential, considering it has a screenplay by the impish Paul Rudd, a musical score of funny songs by the team that did Broadway's HAIRSPRAY, as well as some of Broadway's brightest acting talent. But the whole thing is just too farfetched. I didn't buy the movie's central premise that a music company was in financial trouble because the public was boycotting its products on account of its tasteless and obscene products. Please. The American public laps up tastelessness and obscenity. But even assuming you are able to accept that, the movie is so heavy-handed that it's only occasionally funny. The best parts are the musical numbers, especially `Let's Date.' I wish the rest of the movie had been as funny. I think the movie's appeal is to a very small audience – gay male Jewish New Yorkers in show business. Other people are going to be squirming throughout the film's brief duration.

I was very disappointed with this movie. I really had high expectations. The story had definite potential but maybe it would have done better with different actors. Damon Wayans ( while extremely funny in movies such as Major Payne and as the father on the TV show "My Wife & Kids") was not at all convincing as the hard core rapper he was supposed to be portraying. Nor was Lisa Kudrows' performance as a sheltered socialite very funny at all. There were a few scenes that were kind of humorous but that's about it. The story is flat and predictable, the characters are under-developed. Don't waste your money on this one. Not really worth the rental fee. Sorry.

First of all I thought that this movie was hilarious. I thought that the whole gansta rap thing was very funny. But having the gansta rap mixed with rich Jewish women was even funnier. I especially liked the power in her purse song lisa kudrow did. There were sorta corny jokes that were slipped in there that were hilarious like the ones her friends would add in. Such as when her friends would ask her if she has eaten anything and the jokes about heroin. The end was very funny because Marci becomes Marci X, her friends become hoes, Boyz R Us are out of the closet, Marci and Dr. S get together, etc. Overall I thought it was a great movie. The actors and actresses were great too.

For what it purported to be, a musical comedy, it did ok. I'm no great fan of rap, so this had to be light. Of course, the courtroom scene was way over the top, but if you go back and look at some of those old Jane Powell musicals, they burst into song in the strangest places and any "spontaneous" dance is choreographed and well rehearsed, as are all the "numbers" in this one.

Of course, it's much easier and the motivation is stronger [I spent money for that!]to write a bad review than a good one, so trashing it is expected. Too bad the-powers-that-be at IMDB can't sort these into two headings instead of one generic because usually the bad reviews get in first. This'll be #29 and probably will never be read. "Que sera sera, y'all, I reckon," as they say in southern Italy.