sometimes a movie just needs the spirit of a carnival barker’s act to be good, and this does just that!

much like how what lies beneath should’ve been directed by brian de palma instead, this should’ve either been a tony scott movie or a clint eastwood melodrama

as always, zemeckis’s technical craftsmanship makes it not the worst, but it does fail at every dramatic beat it attempts

in the 15 minute prelude to the special she explains her bits & how they’re punching up

punching up to hannah gadsby = jokes about the paleo diet, teenage mutant ninja turtles, renaissance paintings, & where’s waldo

me, sweating & befuddled trying to come up with literally anything original to say about this movie: uhh...umm...the establishment shots of la when going to woltz’s studio clearly influenced bobby z with who framed roger rab-

[self combusts]