Schumacher unrestrained, donning a flashy pair of ice skates and taking the audience on a commercially sponsored tour of delightful sets, excessively excessive costumes, and dizzying camp with a pack of puns to his side. Uma Thurman and Arny seem to be in on the smoldering, kooky intent, but the rest wander aimlessly through a candy colored nightmare; a toy ad built from the ashes of failed artists and crumbled visions. Painfully overlong, the film's aspirations ooze from every bedazzled corner and breath of movement; a literal display of affection for its world and the rainbow horror that looms within. It is fascinating to watch not only as a piece of outrageous entertainment, but as the gigantic death of collaboration as creativity is sideswiped by a deep-rooted capacity for commercialization and effortless desolation of art. It may not be a cool party, but I'd accept another gonzo invitation in a heartbeat.
*slides down dinosaur tail*