Windy City (1984)
“I have nothing to say. I am not a writer.”
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Review: — but this is swallowed up by the shallow central narrative about Shea’s longing for his now-engaged former girlfriend (Capshaw). Bernstein is clearly a film buff, given how many cinematic allusions he incorporates throughout his movie — i.e., the film opens on a scene of the boyhood friends watching an Errol Flynn swashbuckler on television: and at one point the camera pans strategically past a revival theater marquee advertising A Guy Named Joe. However, these allusions simply highlight how shallow Bernstein’s own picture is. Ironically, Shea’s character (an aspiring writer, ostensibly based on Bernstein himself) breaks up with his girlfriend after they argue about his failure to work on his craft; she insists that he “has stories to tell”, while he yells back, “I have nothing to say” — a point we (sadly) can’t help immediately agreeing with. Redeeming Qualities and Moments: Must See? Links: |
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First (and last) viewing.
This is almost excruciating in its dullness. Boring from the first scene on. I actually (eventually) skipped through it more or less but it was painfully obvious, with each skip, that there’s nothing but tedium here.
A forgotten film. As it should be.