Burn Hollywood Burn
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With hilarious humor and an all-star cast -- get ready for the ultimate comedy about the movie business! It's the wild story of a Hollywood director, Alan Smithee (Eric Idle -- MONTY PYTHON AND THE HOLY GRAIL), who steals his own film from the studio. Soon everyone, including his power-hungry studio boss (Ryan O'Neal), is after him to get it back! With crowd-pleasing performances from sizzling mega-stars such as Jackie Chan, plus appearances by rappers Coolio and Chuck D, AN ALAN SMITHEE FILM: BURN HOLLYWOOD BURN is a wickedly witty behind-the-scenes look at the world of making movies!
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Sly is actually hilarious and likable, so is Jackie Chan.
Seeing the late, talented, Richard Jeni here is a reminder how much we miss his standup routine.
Ryan O'Neal, as always, is painfully, awfully inept as an actor and should have stayed out of showbusiness altogether.
R. Evans looks like a walking train wreck and nearly makes one vomit to have to see that heavily-tanned cowhide skin of his.
And Naomi Baca? Hands down--the best thing about this dreck of a flick. She appears at the end, and briefly at that, sitting next to her husband Eszterhas--but what a lovely, ever-so-gorgeous woman! Wow!
She should have played the role of Evan's bimbo, instead of the real bimbo they used. We get it: Evans was out attempting to dip that tired wick of his and gave the chick the part.
Bottom line: BURN HOLLYWOOD BURN is one of the worst ever made--and they had the money; they even had some decent actors. What a waste.
Joe, I want my money back. Your memoir HOLLYWOOD ANIMAL is far superior to this excreta. Just to show you we can be fair and that we (some of us) actually read books--unlike the Tinsel Town retards.
The casting was good, and the cameos were well done. But the movie is full of inside jokes. Anybody that has not worked in or around the entertainment industry will probably not get them.
And the irony is that the director of this movie himself (Arthur Hiller)had his credit replaced with Alan Smithiee.
In fact, this is the last official "Alan Smithee" movie. The Directors Guild of America retired the name, and will now use names made for each movie.
If you like satire movies, or are a Hollywood Insider, give this a look. And you will see a lot of truth in it.
First of all, Eszterhas decided to make this a mockumentary. While the fake documentary form has worked wonderfully in movies like Spinal Tap, it only emphasizes this movie's failings.
The story line is horribly muddled. The entire movie is awkwardly chopped into sections that are introduced, for some inexplicable reason, by Woody Woodpecker music. Even more problematic, Alan Smithee (one of the few funny people in this) barely appeared in the movie! Instead, we are "treated" to interviews by people who knew Smithee. Doesn't Eszterhas know that a good story (in whatever medium) should be SHOWN to the audience, not TOLD? This guy would flunk a basic creative writing class if he submitted this script. We should be watching the main action actually taking place, not a bunch of repulsive people repeatedly rambling on about those events.
Which brings us to my second point, the characters. Most of the characters are talking heads that are all meant to satirize various people/archetypes in Hollywood. While vicious satire of the entertainment industry can be hilarious if done right (watch the Canadian show "The Industry" if you can find it), this movie only manages to poison itself with its own bile. One of the worst offenders is Ryan O'Neal. I saw him in this movie when it first came out on video, and the sight of his name ANYWHERE still makes me wince. The celebrity cameos aren't much better, though Jackie Chan is at least amusing. Overall, this movie just made me feel sick to my stomach by the end.
If Burn, Hollywood, Burn had not been a mockumentary it might have actually been a funny movie. I can't even recommend this to Eric Idle/Monty Python fans, as he barely appears in it. If you're looking for a funny Hollywood spoof, buy Bowfinger on DVD or, better yet, read Little Me by Patrick Dennis (a mock-autobiography of "that Great Star of Stage, Screen and Television, Belle Poitrine").
The main culprit for the movies downfall is the terrible script, though the over the top performances from all really help sink it. You have to feel sorry for some of the stars who signed on, especially Whoopi Goldberg, who as an OSCAR winning actress, really deserves better. Eric Idle comes off unfunny, even irritating, which, as a Python star I'd never thought would be possible. Sly Stallone seems fed up, but maybe thankful for the work after his career was beginning to dry up (though his career seems to be revived at the moment).
It says a lot when the parody (this film) seems worse than the movie genre it is taking a shot at. Some movies are so bad that they have a 'secondary audience' who watch to laugh at it. This is just bad, and, very embarrassing. Avoid. Full stop.