Runtime:
111 minutes
Directed
by: Bob Clark
Starring:
Sly Stallone, Dolly Parton, Richard Farnsworth, Ron Leibman
From:
20th Century Fox
Here's
something rather random and not usually the type of movie I watch. I
came across it on cable a few nights ago so I decided to watch it. I
saw some random clips of it before and plus some people online say it
doesn't deserve the toxic reception it has gotten since it came out.
The
plot is that this is a comedy concerning a country singer who moved
to New York City; she's Jake (Parton, who looks as boobalicious as
always) and she is in a contract with a sleazy guy (Leibman) to
perform at a rough joint in the city known as the Rhinestone. She
wants to leave and after a conversation a bet is made that if she can
turn anyone into a country singer that can withstand a performance
with the nasty regulars then she can get out of the contract. He
chooses the person, though; they came across doofus cabby Nick (Sly),
and he eventually agrees to do it.
This
movie... I wouldn't say this is one of the worst comedies I've ever
seen, let alone one of the worst movies. After all, I got a decent
amount of laughs out of it. But, there were also many moments that
were too broad and too ridiculous for me, from the way that Sly
drives his cab, to his initial singing (which is him screaming) to
how Jake's small town of Tennessee is depicted when they go visit it
to help him train to not be so damn terrible. It's the typical
stereotype of people being complete hick hayseeds who drive ancient
pickup trucks and barnyard animals, that sort of thing. There's the
expected of Sly being a fish out of water, problems with the locals,
he and Jake falling in love, them arguing, and that sort of thing.
At
least most of the music you hear is fine. Sly does improve although
you can't call him a technically great singer by any stretch of the
imagination. Also, I have to remark that most of the outfits Sly
wears are hilarious, mainly the shirts. His New York gear appears to
be mid 80's New Wave styles, and they're so ridiculous they're great.
Also great is the country clothes he wears; think Porter Wagoner in
terms of being gaudy and loud, which is ironic given his history with
Parton.
Like
I said, at least this wasn't God-awful terrible. If you want an
example of what Sly wears in the movie, go here. If you want to hear
him on the soundtrack perform the classic song Drinkinstein, go here.
I'll be back on Tuesday night, as I'm spending the weekend in Miami.