I have an idea. Mr. Rudolph, whose production history has been less than profound, should make a movie about the making of "Trixie". It is bound to be more fascinating than the film itself. I would pay money to see Emily Watson, Nick Nolte and Nathan Lane explain that they agreed to do this project on artistic grounds. Great script? Deep character development? Big check? I really am at a loss to imagine that real story. This film is annoying, badly filmed, poorly written and simply horrid. It is so bad, that it couldn't even attract a cult following of the lovers of the worst camp. And the talent! The wasted talent! Unbelievable. There are artistic geniuses waiting on tables in New York and L.A., while big stars are making this junk. Perhaps this film's only value is its exemplary illustration of what damage Hollywood ego can actualize in the film industry. If you see this film anywhere, run. That's the kindest advice I could give you.
Review of Trixie
