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Pajiba's (Slightly) Underappreciated Gems
Let Your Mind Go and Your Body Will Follow
L.A. Story / Dustin Rowles
I write so many of the site’s rom-com reviews not because I like to inflict psychological harm on myself (though there is that, too — I like the way karma evens it out in real life) but because, when done right, romantic comedies are actually my favorite film genre. Indeed, every other week or so, I hold out hope that I might be surprised or, at the very least, not insulted by the sugary butt mud that Hollywood deems fit to shit out its wrinkly hole. Unfortunately, and as both 27 Dresses and Over Her Dead Body have recently proven, good — or even decent — romantic comedies are a rare bird at the multiplex — sadly, there are 25 Kate Hudson, Katherine Heigl, Matthew McConaughey, and Jennifer Aniston disasterbacles for every one heartrending Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind or authentically clever High Fidelity.
And so today (as part of Pajiba’s unofficial Steve Martin day), in order to satiate my need to feel something besides anger, listlessness, or resentment at the current state of cinematic love stories, I want to take a gander back at one of my favorites, a movie that was only moderately well received 17 years ago and then was more or less forgotten: L.A. Story, Steve Martin’s beautiful ode to both a city and a girl, a movie that proves you don’t need a complicated series of hijinx or John Cusack to make a successful rom-com. Indeed, the traditional formula (unhappy boy meets ideal girl, woos ideal girl, loses ideal girl, wins ideal girl back), in the right hands, can still work; it just needs a fresh approach, good writing, and something besides a couple dozen dresses, a one-joke premise, and a bony clavicle upon which to hang its jacket.
L.A. Story stars Steve Martin as Harris K. Telemacher, who, despite having a Ph.D. in Arts and Humanities, holds the most useless job in L.A.: He’s the wacky meteorologist behind the Wiggy Weekend Weather report, a job he somehow manages to screw up despite temperatures that range between 72 and 72 degrees (as the show’s executive, Woody Harrelson, implores: “More wacky, less egghead”). Telemacher has had seven heart attacks, all imagined, and tells us immediately that he has been “deeply unhappy, but I didn’t know it, because I was so happy all the time.” He’s stuck in a loveless relationship with the solipsistic, appearance-obsessed Trudi (Marilu Henner), who eventually leaves Harris for his agent (Harris protests, “I thought he was only supposed to take 10 percent!”). Since his occupation fills about a half-an-hour a day (he sometimes pre-tapes the weather report) Harris kills time in L.A. by roller skating through art galleries while his best friend (Susan Forristel) captures him on video: “”I call it performance art, but my friend Ariel calls it wasting time … History will decide.”
He meets and falls in love with a London journalist (Sara McDowell), who is in town to write a snooty article about L.A. and also to give her relationship with her sexually ambiguous ex-husband one last go (“What’s that jangling sound?” “Oh, that’s just my damp testicles.”). Harris and Sara meet during a typical L.A. lunch (they casually dine through an earthquake) and, on the way home, Harris’ car breaks down in front of a freeway sign (the metaphorical voice of L.A.), which solicits a hug and, in exchange, offers him advice in the form of a word scramble. As he works to untangle his love life, he ends up simultaneously courting Sara and dating a spokes-model-in-training SanDeE* (Sarah Jessica Parker at her effervescentiest), who takes him out for burgers at the Hard Rock and, later, a high-colonic.
i>L.A. Story is primarily a treatise on the vapidity of Los Angeles (think west coast version of Annie Hall) and a love letter to screenwriter Martin’s then wife (Tennant). Like The Jerk, L.A. Story has a gag or ten in every scene, and humor that is both intelligent (he paraphrases Shakespeare, whom he contends wrote Hamlet Part 8: The Revenge in L.A.) and low-brow (“I could never be a woman because I’d just stay home and play with my breasts all the time.”). I’ve been to L.A. a couple of times and I’ve never cared for it (no offense, but in my estimation, it’s pretty much Dallas with celebrities and palm trees), but Martin — who wrote the screenplay — displays his enormous affection for the city by constantly putting it down (“You’re nobody in L.A. unless you live in a house with a really big door.”).
Indeed, L.A. Story is one of the richest comedies I’ve ever seen — after seeing it nearly two dozen times, I still manage to catch something new (over the weekend, I noticed that an exclusive restaurant pronounced “Leedio” is actually named “l’idiot”) — but it’s also one of the most romantic (it may/should be the only movie that could actually prompt a brief obsession with Enya). There are lines — “let your mind go and your body will follow” and “a kiss may not be the truth, but it is what we wish were true” — that you just don’t hear in romantic comedies anymore (compare those lines with, say, this gem from 27 Dresses: “Love is patient, love is kind, love is slowly going out of your mind”’; or, maybe this one, from The Wedding Planner: “Love can’t always be perfect. Love is just love.” Brilliant, right?) It’s a sweet, magical-realist love story wrapped around a witty and irreverent satire of L.A., and it’s the (empty) promise that a movie like L.A. Story might come around again that keeps me returning each week for a new round of punishment.
Dustin Rowles is the publisher of Pajiba. He lives with his wife and son in Ithaca, New York. You may email him, or leave a comment below.
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Comments
That's so weird, I just watched this again night before last. So many quotable quotes!
"SanDeE, your breasts feel..weird."
"Oh, that's 'cause they're real."
Posted by: Alexandra at February 5, 2008 2:48 PM
Goddam, Dustin. Your speed amazes me. Let me be first to stand at the back of the theater and begin the slow clap...
Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at February 5, 2008 2:50 PM
Dustin, you read B-Slim's mind. Great review, after this and the comments in the Born Standing Up thread I'm completely psyched to see this.
Posted by: Julie at February 5, 2008 2:50 PM
Those French. They have a word for everything.
Posted by: M. at February 5, 2008 2:53 PM
Another fun thing along the lines of l'idiot... the hotel that they stay in is called "El Pollo del Mar" which means "Chicken of the Sea." Love it!!!
Posted by: Alexandra at February 5, 2008 2:54 PM
I also love this film and I also hate LA (the only place on earth a complete stranger would come up to me in a restuarant and tell me I had to have my teeth done)
I can't believe you only noticed L'Idiot's recently. There's a great dis when the maitre d' sits them at a side table telling them "there's somebody bigger than you here tonight"
And it has the best mockery ever of the those stupid drinks people order in coffee shops (double decaf mochchino with half whipped, half low fat.....), except remember people, this was 17 years ago long before everyone mocked these absurdities.
And, the ultimate LA line at the end when the sign announce it really wants to direct.
Posted by: PaddyDog at February 5, 2008 2:54 PM
God, I love this movie!
Posted by: Kylie at February 5, 2008 3:00 PM
Ah, darn, Alexandra beat me to the "Chicken of the Sea" hotel comment. An old boyfriend (whom I still remember quite fondly) talked me into seeing this, The Jerk, and The Three Amigos. We watched L.A. Story after we had just returned from my first trip to L.A. where his sister lived, and I loved Martin's use of those ubiquitous freeway signs. I think no other movie has ever captured L.A. (what little I know of it, anyway) and the time period like this one.
Posted by: idgiepug at February 5, 2008 3:01 PM
I have never seen this movie. Have at me.
Posted by: Kolby at February 5, 2008 3:02 PM
Gotta love the sign.
Posted by: twig at February 5, 2008 3:02 PM
Imagine reading this log line today--a talking freeway sign gives advice on a man's love life. Oh, how important a good writer is.
This was actually one of the first movies my family got on VHS, and I spent many a night falling asleep down the hall while my parents watched it in the living room. To this day, tubas make me think of Do Wah Diddy Diddy and a soft, safe bed.
Great review. Between this movie and Raymond Chandler, I'm beginning to think L.A. is the sort of city you can only show love for by putting it down the right way.
Posted by: brtrisk at February 5, 2008 3:06 PM
With paintball mask intact, I stand beside Kolby in the confession that I, too, have never seen this movie.
[snaps twice quickly] Netflix! Come!!
Posted by: boo at February 5, 2008 3:09 PM
Great movie. I haven't seen it in a long time. I will have to add it to the queue.
Posted by: lyricalcatt at February 5, 2008 3:13 PM
Awww...don't feel bad, Kolby and boo, this may be the only Steve Martin movie I'm not familiar with. I've just placed it tops on my netflix queue.
Of course....now with his humor firmly fixed in my mind again....I also put The Jerk and The Three Amigos there as well....I may not be getting out much this month...
Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at February 5, 2008 3:15 PM
You have to love how he insists on driving to his friend's house, which is literally three doors down.
Posted by: AM at February 5, 2008 3:16 PM
Yay! I love this movie. I still use the point system.
Posted by: brin at February 5, 2008 3:16 PM
my favorite scene (which I only vaguely remember) is when he'd drive a to his friends house, which was just two or three houses. Then one day, overcome with emotion, he didn't even start the car, but pushed it down to his friend's house.
I may have it all wrong, but once I moved out west fifteen or so years later, I realized that nearly everybody gets in their cars to drive the equivalent of half a block. so its even funnier now than when I lived in boston.
Posted by: summerteeth at February 5, 2008 3:33 PM
Just a clarification for those who haven't seen the movie - Victoria Tennant, Steve Martin's then-wife, is the actress who plays the character of Sara McDowell, Steve Martin's love interest. Coincidentally, Victoria Tennant just guest-starred on last week's episode of Monk (yes, I watch Monk - shut up).
Posted by: Three-nineteen at February 5, 2008 3:38 PM
I like L.A. and I love this movie--it manages to capture the ridiculous with quite a bit of affection, which is much more subtle than just making fun of it.
"Some of these buildings are more than twenty years old."
Posted by: Kate at February 5, 2008 3:45 PM
Gotta love the scene with the mugger! "Hi, I'm Matt, I'll be your mugger this evening..." (At least, I think his name was Matt...it's been a few years.)
Posted by: Kate at February 5, 2008 3:48 PM
I love this movie and remember well when it came out (I think this makes me kind of old). It was promoted as though it was The Jerk, Part 2. Every ad for it had SM in full on "wild and crazy guy" mode". I suspect the bullshit marketing campaign had something to do with the movie's lack of commercial success, since it's so good!
For what it's worth, how about Bowfinger as another under-appreciated Steve Martin comedy gem?
Posted by: megbon at February 5, 2008 3:49 PM
I like L.A. and I love this movie--it manages to capture the ridiculous with quite a bit of affection, which is much more subtle than just making fun of it.
"Some of these buildings are more than twenty years old."
Posted by: Kate at February 5, 2008 3:54 PM
Hooray, I love this movie! It was so ahead of its time, mocking typical LA absurdities (coffee ordering, freeway shootings, driving to the mailbox, snooty restaurants, women with stupid names) way before anyone else thought to. And I've always thought the last 20 minutes were incredibly moving.
Posted by: june at February 5, 2008 3:58 PM
Or... how about The Lonely Guy? I loved that movie! Charles Grodin actually being intentionally funny.
Posted by: Megatron at February 5, 2008 4:05 PM
Or... how about The Lonely Guy? I loved that movie! Charles Grodin actually being intentionally funny.
Posted by: Megatron at February 5, 2008 4:10 PM
Steve Martin gets a pass for a LOT of bad movies just because his ideal woman in this movie is a tuba player. I love you Steve!
Also this is the movie where I first realized I really want to punch Sarah Jessica Parker.
Posted by: Anne (in Reno) at February 5, 2008 4:12 PM
It's the Ying to "Grand Canyon's" Yang. Liked'em both a lot.
Posted by: James S at February 5, 2008 4:14 PM
I use the "half-caff double decaf with a twist" line a lot. I had to explain the reference to my 10-years-younger fiancee a couple weeks ago. She looked at me like a dog hearing its master's voice, said, "Oh yeah?" and went about her day.
There have to be other good rom-coms out there. I know there is. I'll nominate Roxanne, Truly Madley Deeply and... wait... I'm a guy. What do I care? Bring on the boobies!!!
Posted by: Tiddo at February 5, 2008 4:14 PM
I love Steve Martin, too. One of my faves is "The Lonely Guy" which is his reverse-paean to New York City. Back in the first years I lived here, I would rent it every Valentine's day and watch it with a bottle of red wine. When I met my husband, we adopted the ritual. It's really an overlooked gem and is especially funny if you have ever looked for an apartment or tried to meet people here as an adult. You should spotlight that one! Available on Amazon for sure, because I just bought it for Vday Feb 14!
Posted by: Rachcarl at February 5, 2008 4:18 PM
Anne, I'll second that. I hated, HATED, Sarah Jessica Parker in that flick (although I think that was the point).
Who the hell am I kidding? I've hated her in every movie... The only props she gets from me is that she's bangin' Ferris.
Dustin... Is is too much to ask for a review of Roxanne? I mean, we ARE waxing nostalgic over Mr. Martin, and there appears to be a lot of love here... No more pube comments from me either. Honest...
Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at February 5, 2008 4:21 PM
Tiddo, I'm going to have to second your Roxanne nomination. In honor of Steve Martin-ish Day, I'd also like to nominate Shopgirl (despite the not-quite romcom ending).
From Roxanne: "Oh, ho, ho, irony! Oh, no, no, we don't get that here. See, uh, people ski topless here while smoking dope, so irony's not really a, a high priority. We haven't had any irony here since about, uh, '83, when I was the only practitioner of it. And I stopped because I was tired of being stared at."
Posted by: LB at February 5, 2008 4:29 PM
I simply adore L.A. Story. My mom and I caught it in the theater on a whim -- having not seen one preview or commercial for it -- and laughed our heads off.
"I'm doing 30-minute lips." Ha!
Posted by: Kermit at February 5, 2008 4:30 PM
This movie sucked. I wonder if anyone involved in it realize that there are people who live outside of LA.
Posted by: Tron at February 5, 2008 4:33 PM
I liked the fact that he forgot it was opening day of freeway shooting season but still had a gun and ammo in his car. Contrast this funny take on LA with the dreck that was Grand Canyon, a movie that made Crash seem deep by comparison.
Posted by: OscarTamerz at February 5, 2008 4:37 PM
Dustin, same here, I would love a Roxanne review. I can't promise to withhold the pube talk though.
Posted by: Julie at February 5, 2008 4:38 PM
I hate LA (live here.) I love Steve Martin, even if I haven't seen any of his movies besides Shopgirl and Novocaine.
off to netflix with me.
Posted by: that bees chick at February 5, 2008 4:46 PM
This was such a great movie - it's so nice to be reminded of a rom-com that doesn't suck.
What I'd like to see is a Pajiba take on the best of the genre. It would certainly be timely, given that (blech) V-Day is around the corner.
Posted by: MeggieMoo at February 5, 2008 5:01 PM
Oh, MeggieMoo - donchoo love Valentine's Day? Me? I sure do!!!
I'm going to buy all the clearance candy-hearts, chocolate, teddy-bears, cutesy crap and mash/grind them up into convenient softball-sized lumps, which I'll set aflame and toss off various overpasses during rush-hour. Valentines, schmalentines, I'm gonna sit at home after I've coated my hands with anti-burn salve, drink a few 40's and watch "The Joy Luck Club". Then I'll sob my sorry ass to sleep. HA!
Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at February 5, 2008 5:08 PM
Skittimus....no fair taking my idea! Did you read my planner?
(looks around for daily planner)
Damnit...now I'm gonna have to come up with something else.
Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at February 5, 2008 5:15 PM
"...a kiss may not be the truth, but it is what we wish were true." Sigh, I adore this movie. Finding the DVD for $8 was a steal, but made me sad at the checkout because I knew it was worth so much more.
Posted by: TigerLily at February 5, 2008 5:33 PM
I love this movie.
If you think the current state of the romcom is couldn't get worse, just wait. Check out IMDb's future projects for Matthew McConaughey -- The Ghosts of Girlfriends Past due out in 2009. Extra shitty.
Posted by: Jenifer at February 5, 2008 5:45 PM
I've never seen LA Story, and I lived there for what felt like forever. Maybe the previews hit too close to my waitress life? But I'm grows up now and far away, so I'll give it a whirl.
Posted by: demondoll at February 5, 2008 6:13 PM
Favourite. Movie. Ever. Thanks for showing it some affection, Dustin.
I like to think that the freeway sign (r u o k?) was a forerunner to texting language. Which of course was witty back then, and is stupid and lazy now.
One of my favourite scenes is the one in the art gallery where Harris spends ten minutes analysing in great detail the relationships of characters in a painting, which turns out to be an essentially blank canvas.
This movie is just so quotable, to wit:
There's a Tudor mansion, and a four-door mansion!
Beethoven's Balls.
Pointy bird, oh pointy pointy..
She's not so young, she'll be 27 in four years!
And of course, Big-S-small-a-small-n-big-D-small-e-big-E.
Posted by: Whiny Dancer at February 5, 2008 6:16 PM
[studiously viewing painting]
It makes me . . . emotionally . . . erect.
Posted by: socalledonlycousins at February 5, 2008 8:13 PM
I love this movie.
And I have to add my vote for a review of Roxanne. Steve Martin doing José Ferrer doing Cyrano de Bergerac. Watch them back to back to see what I mean.
No one has mentioned my favorite Martin movie, All of Me. Only movie ever where Lily Tomlin is not only tolerable but enjoyable.
I also really like Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid. But its not nearly on the level with The Jerk, All of Me, and LA Story.
And finally, who can forget Orin Scrivello, DDS?
Posted by: EricD at February 5, 2008 8:23 PM
To this day I cannot believe that the Romantic Comedy Line (you know the type) that hits me hardest is a Steve Martin line: "So there I was jabbering at her about my new job as a serious newsman - about anything at all - but all I could think was wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful and yet again, wonderful."
Man that kills me. Best line of its type since Spencer Tracy's monologue at the end of Guess Who's Coming to Dinner.
That he surrounded a feeling like that with some incredible silly and made it work together is amazing work.
Posted by: schlimmbesserung at February 5, 2008 8:33 PM
"Ahh, low sustained booming noises, Nine. Nine-fifteen."
This is my favorite movie of all time. I hate most romantic comedies... but this one gives me that warm tingly feeling.
Posted by: Miss_E at February 5, 2008 9:01 PM
This is the most perfect review of one of my most favorite movies ever. Thank you!
Posted by: Azraelle at February 5, 2008 9:05 PM
I love this movie. It is my third date film and if the guy doesn't like it or calls it "cute" then he's out the door.
Posted by: thirdwave at February 5, 2008 9:10 PM
This movie makes me emotionally erect!
Posted by: auntie dani at February 5, 2008 9:32 PM
So there I was at work, trying to think of something to say about this masterpiece, and the stupid computers crashed! For, like, everybody! Must be part of the new cruelty!
Anyway, love this movie, always have, always will. I can count on the fingers of one hand the movies I have seen more than once in the theater, and this was one of them. And I am not ashamed to say I loved the Enya songs and still like her.
Posted by: Todd at February 5, 2008 11:06 PM
Sara McDowell was the character played by Victoria Tennant, and how can you forget to mention Richard E. Grant?
Since I was 13 years old I love this movie but I still can quite put my finger on why, I haven't seen it in a while though.
Posted by: goldend at February 6, 2008 12:16 AM
Then there was the brilliant turn from Patrick Stewart as Monsieur Perdue (translation: Lost Soul,)the brutally harsh Maitre D.
"You think that you can have the duck with a financial statement like this?"
Also, as per everyone else, Roxanne rocks too.
Posted by: Simon B at February 6, 2008 7:20 AM
"It's the Ying to "Grand Canyon's" Yang. Liked'em both a lot." Agreed. This is one of my favorite steve martin movies and has been since I was wee. I liked it more than roxanne, in retrospect, having seen both when I was young, I find this one has more staying power.
The blend of absurdity and romance is how I see my relationship with my wife, actually. I am at the same time goofy and hopelessly romantic.
We also see a window into steve martin's view of himself. Is he the wiggy weekend weather man phoning in comedy performances, or is he the man who really wants to find something special in life while absurdity screams from every street corner of LA.
The movie satirizes the craziness of LA just as Swingers years later poked more understated but equally razor sharp fun at the night life scene in the city of Angels.
Dreadfully underrated and thank you for the glowing review.
"It's exactly like licking a shag carpet!"
Posted by: Noel at February 6, 2008 9:08 AM
"I'll have a half-double-decaf half-caf, with a twist of lemon."
Have you ever tried to order that? People look at you funny.
Posted by: Farfalina at February 6, 2008 10:12 AM
I lived in and around LA for about 15 years. I eventually left because, among other things, LA had become exactly as this movie portrays it. But when I come back to visit friends, I find I still have a fondness for the place.I'll have to figure out what that means about me.
Posted by: Al Christensen at February 6, 2008 10:47 AM
"Oh, I'll have a twist."
Posted by: stephie at February 6, 2008 10:56 AM
"you must love the little birdies so, that you give them this to perch on"
I third (fourth? umpteenth?) the Roxanne review request. When I finally read the play I was AMAZED at how much of the bar insult scene was actually verbatim from the play. And how well it still worked.
Posted by: Anne (in Reno) at February 6, 2008 4:45 PM
Can't say enough good things about that movie. It's got an eternal pass for "... it's a place where people took a desert and turned it into their dreams."
Fantastic writing throughout. Breath-stoppingly good writing.
Oh, and it's "damned testicles." Can't recall what Roland does, but it's particularly brass-balled; thus, the clang.
Posted by: Sean at February 6, 2008 5:31 PM
Best scene has our very own Captain Picard playing the fascist Maitre'd at L'idiot's where you WILL be seated at table 253!
Posted by: BarbadoSlim at February 7, 2008 6:49 AM
I saw this movie in a theater when it came out (yes, I'm that old). And I lived in LA at the time--which made it even better. After all these years, I still remember the line about why Steve Martin could never be a woman. Another scene I still remember--the scene where Martin and SandeE are in a room adjacent to Tennant's room, where she's having a go with her ex-husband. Martin thinks about Tennant, and Tennant thinks about Martin, while both are having sex with someone else. Meanwhile, SandeE and the ex are both fantasizing about--Brad Pitt.
Posted by: True_Blue at February 7, 2008 1:09 PM
Yes, yes, late to the party. I'll echo the calls for a 'Roxanne' review as well: my wife and I bonded over that movie (she owns the soundtrack album).
Years ago, when we were moving to L.A., we watched 'L.A. Story' with friends, howling with laughter. Little did we know, watching it years later before moving back from L.A., how unbelievably *true* much of that movie is. The 'driving half a block rather than walking' thing? Yeah, been there, seen that. One of the best rom-coms ever, and it makes my list for one of the best movies ever.
Posted by: Jos at February 7, 2008 3:56 PM
Ahh...LA Story!
SJP was perfect in that role. Just the right amount of vapidity.
And everything surrounding the L'Idiot scenes were amazing, from the phone interview right down to the rapping waiter and the diet floss.
"Ask for me, I'm Shan your waiter, and I also act."
Posted by: Arkay at February 8, 2008 1:47 PM
Harris: Hello, this is Harris. I'm in right now, so you can talk to me personally. Please start talking at the sound of the beep.
[BEEP]
Sara: Hello?
Harris: Hello.
Sara: Hello?
Harris: Hello.
Sara: Is this a person?
Harris: Yes, it is a person.
Funny that this site has reviewed two of my favorites that are many years old in the span of two weeks. Thank you.
Posted by: ed at February 10, 2008 7:31 PM
I used to work in a Library for the Blind, which was a mail-order book-on-tape library from the Library of Congress. To pass the time, I'd listen to the books on tape, and the best I ever heard was Steve Martin reading his own novella, The Pleasure of My Company. Same heartbreakingly hilarious (or hilariously heartbreaking?) Steve Martin wit I loved in LA Story - I highly recommend.
Posted by: Tammy at February 15, 2008 12:02 PM
One of my favorite rom-coms also.
Loved the speech he gave to win back victoria tennet's character.
Something along the lines of:
"This is where I am supposed to say something wonderfully thoughful, romantic and apologetic, but I can't think of anything, but I want to say it, so can't we just pretend I already said it."
Can anyone get closer on that one?
Posted by: Jaxx at February 15, 2008 3:23 PM
Belief is such a damned trap-- I mean, if I believe that movie dialog degrades over time I believe I've seen my best movies already. Agreed, the line from LAStory about a kiss is hard to top these days, but hey, I'm a believer when it comes to movies. Or I will not go, ever.
If I thought about it I could come up with a line equal to LAStory from the recent rom-com
Definitely, Maybe. The line in the movie that
refers to the title wasn't bad if you saw the scene. Isla Fisher had some solid material. Kevin Kline's lines will make me smile two years from now when I get around to watching the flick again.
Anyway.
Love Steve Martin's writing. Tho the movie was somehow stale, liked Shopgirl when I read it. His writing jumps and let's not forget his topic was the much-done-love-triangle.
Mirabelle is a terrific creation. So are the boys in love with her. Hats off, Mr. Martin.
Thanks for L.A.Story AND Shopgirl.
And thanks Pajiba! Dustin!
Posted by: gsherber at February 19, 2008 11:57 AM
L.A. Story is one of my all time favorites. Along with Bowfinger, it demonstrates that Steve Martin understands how to paraphrase more cleverly than the old saying: It's as if someone grabbed and shook the United States by the East Coast and all the nutjobs ended up in California... or however it goes.
What I should point out is that L.A. Story, for those who hadn't noticed, grandfathered the California Shakespeare adaptation. Yes, before Clueless (based on "Emma"), and 10 Things I Hate About You (based on "The Taming of the Shrew"), L.A. Story tells the bard's tale of starcrossed lovers... it is, underneath the hot dog balloons and Enya music, a wonderful adaptation of "A Midsummer Night's Dream".
Oh wonderful, wonderful, wonderful... and yet again wonderful!
Posted by: Rubin Safaya at February 25, 2008 11:48 PM

