It lacks any kind of narrative, it hasn't got an ounce of brain cells, and it's over two hours. It's Auntie Mame!
I like old movies quite a bit. Even long pieces of fluff from this era can achieve greatness...even this same director, who would make the Music Man several years later. The Music Man is buoyed by memorable songs and acting while Auntie Mame is just...pretty obnoxious, to be honest. Every character is a fool, a caricature, or what is most often the case, both. The episodic, non-sequitor plot probably does it favors in the long run, since I dread to know what a drag it would have been if the filmmakers stuck to one fantasy-world setting.
Her "banquet" of "living" (which includes everything from wretched artistic taste to accidental pregnancies) seems like something that would curdle the stomach in real life, and, I kid you not, I vomited the night after witnessing it. Coincidence? Maybe.
I like old movies quite a bit. Even long pieces of fluff from this era can achieve greatness...even this same director, who would make the Music Man several years later. The Music Man is buoyed by memorable songs and acting while Auntie Mame is just...pretty obnoxious, to be honest. Every character is a fool, a caricature, or what is most often the case, both. The episodic, non-sequitor plot probably does it favors in the long run, since I dread to know what a drag it would have been if the filmmakers stuck to one fantasy-world setting.
Her "banquet" of "living" (which includes everything from wretched artistic taste to accidental pregnancies) seems like something that would curdle the stomach in real life, and, I kid you not, I vomited the night after witnessing it. Coincidence? Maybe.