Don’t forget to select your favorite films!
Charming fluff farce that weaves towards big stuff, then jukes away from the heavy concepts every time.
Maybe could have been an enduring satire if Beatty wanted to push it that way. Just use this exchange as a blueprint for the whole film:
Former owner: He got my team. The son of a bitch got my team.
Advisor to former owner: What kind of pressure did he use, Milt?
Former owner: All I asked was sixty-seven million, and he said "OK."
Advisor to former owner: Ruthless bastard.