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I've recently rewatched the great Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee where Alec is featured in two episodes, which is an out-of-the-ordinary event as each episode has a different comedian talking to Seinfeld. A brilliant show, and Baldwin is just adorable and silly in both of the episodes, especially the second. Seinfeld adores him and their conversations are so genuine and funny. At one point Alex starts talking about his wife - and this is like 7-10 years ago - and how he loves her and how he wonders what she was doing with him when she could have been with anyone. Seinfeld warns him that he should ditch that kind of attitude, but he doesn't give up. It seems like he somehow persuaded himself that he doesn't deserve anything better. He was complaining in Seinfeld's show that he doesn't joke that much with his wife. It got me really wondering what she was like. Then I saw Baldwins on Max and was quite curious. OMG. What a snoose fest. And what an awful person this Hilary is. Hilaria is not even her original name. I agree with what everybody said already, that it's only her talking, it's only me-me-me, being mean and sneaky towards him... I felt as if he was inchanted or persuaded that he doesn't deserve anything better. OK, the kids are cute and they love them for sure, and they maybe function OK off-camera. But this show shouldn't have been made at all. The shell opening and pearl searching? Really? Did anyone direct this or they just left the camera on? Is it for the money because Alec can't pick good movie roles now in the aftermath of the shooting incident? It reaks despair allover. Such a shame. I know there's a sweet and funny guy underneath it all. Go find him in Seinfeld's Comedians... And also, all those children and pets... I'm just afraid his heart won't last that long. And he needs a serious psychotherapy - that's the only smart thing his wife ever mentioned in the show.

I don't even know where to begin on how awful this film is. The anti-Russian black and white propaganda aside (no Russian person is depicted in any other way than as a junky, aggressive, delusional, blood-thirsty lunatic), the plot is so full of illogical behaviour of the characters; no deeper development of the characters is done despite the length which is a mere product of poor directing by a person who doesn't know when to say CUT, nor how to instruct the actors to give a little bit more flesh to the bone. What a waste of the funds and trust gained after the "Artist" (although I must admit, I didn't like it either, but it had at least some substance; it was too long as well, I might add). So unnecessarily long. What a mistake of a film. What an obvious and childish propaganda. I guess Hazanavicius was just extremely lucky with the "Artist". Here he showed what a dilettante he actually is. Shame.

For all that money invested in the film, it could have really included a lot more intriguing plot than a Satan-faced diva in perpetual search of her final goal which is... what actually? And all those endings, just when you're about to get up from the seat and leave the cinema with your face in agony thinking it's all over, no, your blissful sense of relief won't appear... not yet... the film over-culminates and looks like a huge wedding chocolate cake with fruits and jelly and cream and nuts, and caviar and oysters on top of it. In other words, too much, and completely without any purpose. If you want to watch beautiful pictures for more than two hours (btw, it feels like it lasts more than three), see the film at home, with some music on.