Up With Down With Love
MrsBaliHai and I took in the postmodern romantic farce Down With Love this evening. Ostensibly a remake of those embarassingly square, cheesy, and definitely unerotic Rock Hudson/Doris Day "sex" comedies from the '60s, I found it kind of like being trapped, albeit quite pleasantly, for 101 minutes in a Shag painting. The film wallows happily in every conceivable Technicolor cliche that I'm familiar with including bizarre New Frontier fashions, outrageously retro set design, split-screen phone conversations, flip double- or even triple-entendres, and even those wonderfully bad process shots viewed through the rear windows of cars, all backed by a terrific space-age bachelor pad soundtrack. I enjoyed myself thoroughly.
Other reviewers were considerably less kind, and although a lot of people find Rene Zellweger simply adorable, her squinty-eyed, puffy-cheeked visage makes me think of Popeye .
