Year of Release: 1998
Country of Origin: United States
Directed by Alan Smithee (Arthur Hiller)
Main cast: Ryan O’Neal, Eric Idle, Coolio, Chuck D, Richard Jeni, Leslie Stefanson, Sandra Bernhard, Harvey Weinstein, Sylvester Stallone, Whoopi Goldberg, Jackie Chan
What the guide says: “Any film with Robert Evans and Billy Barty in its cast can’t be ignored but this leaden, sophomoric Hollywood satire ought to be. Idle plays a filmmaker named Alan Smithee, but since that’s also the pseudonym directors must use when they don’t want screen credit, he’s stuck when he wants to disown his latest movie. As one character says of the film-within-a-film, ‘It’s worse than Showgirls.’ The ultimate irony: this film’s director, Arthur Hiller, removed his name after squabbling with writer/producer Joe Eszterhas.”
Please to note: The onscreen title is actually just Burn Hollywood Burn. Now you know. And Knowing is half the battle. Or something
I’d like to start out this post by talking a bit out cinema masochism.
“Why in the fuck do you sit through all these awful movies?” You might ask as you sit in front of the fire in your library, sipping your expensive cognac, your face a smug mask of smug. “What in the holy fucking fuck is wrong with you?”
I’m watching a movie with this screen credit, so the answer is probably “an awful lot”
My answer, after I knock your brandy to the floor and steal one of your fancy cigars, is that it’s not so much a type of masochism (the overwhelming desire to feel Cenobite levels of blissful suffering) as it is the symptom of a lifelong obsession with cinema. The problem with being a film nerd is that even though the medium is barely over 100 years old and large chunks of its history is missing forever, you will still never be able to see everything. And when you love movies as much as I do, you want to see everything. Hundreds of films are released every year in many many countries, there are so many avenues to head down, so many genres to explore that it will literally take you a life time to see the films you’ve even heard about. And even though it would still be a futile effort if I sat 24 hours a day and did nothing but watch movies for the rest of my life (possibly while devouring blocks of cheese the size of car batteries), I still have to try and see everything I can, both good and bad. And hey, sometimes the films that everyone thinks are awful might actually be something I end up digging. That’s happened more times than I can count, probably due to my odd tastes. I will come clean and admit that I like trash. No, that’s not quite true. I fucking love trash. It feeds my soul and fills me like some people get filled by religion or reruns of The Oprah Winfrey Show. It’s not that I don’t love great movies as well, because I do, but a bad film will often get a pass simply because it entertained me, regardless of its actual quality, if any.
I will say this as well, in the almost two decades that I’ve been continually bitten and sucked dry by the film bug, I have seen a lot of shit movies. A lot. A good many of them were fun, a lot of them pissed me off, a few of them made me physically ill. But I don’t think I’ve seen a terrible film yet that made me as completely bored as Burn Hollywood Burn made me.
I would say that this was my face while watching this crud but that’s pretty much my face when I watch anything with Ryan O’Neal in it
It took me two tries to finish this thing, and that never ever happens. The first time was on Monday and I got about 40 minutes in before I realized that I had no idea who anyone was talking about and what was going on because my mind kept wandering away to more pleasant valleys. It was a curious feeling. I’m usually pretty good at keeping focused on even really dull movies. It’s a talent I’ve developed over years and years of film watching, the patience to keep going even when the movie isn’t engrossing or even interesting. But this one beat me. What the fuck was going on?
Pictured: Prolific character actor Stephen Tobolowsky and posters for movies I would much much rather be watching
On Friday I started it again and was able to get through it because goddammit I’ve never not finished a movie and I’m not going to start now but Holy Hell! This is a boring film to end all boring films. To start with, it’s a comedy that, even though it thinks it’s funny, it is not funny. Ever. Oh I suppose if you were a Hollywood insider or sleaze bag and hack screenwriter Joe Eszterhas himself, you’d get the references and laugh heartily as it skewered your industry but I got a lot of the jokes and none of it registered one clink on the old laugh-o-meter. But why would you put a comedy into general release that only a small amount of people are going to understand anyway? That doesn’t even register one clink on the old sense-o-meter.
Ezsterhas doesn’t look like a screenwriter as much as he looks like a dude that you’d have a casual meeting with once, who’d then steal all your Facebook photos and deposit them in his own personal spank bank folder on his computer
So the jokes are either over your head or so awful that not even a Jr. High school kid that snorts his ADD medication in the back of math class is going to laugh. A bad comedy I could deal with, but a bad comedy that’s set up like a fake documentary that consists mostly of talking heads telling you what happened instead of the film actually showing you? Now that, my friends, is a formula for “please for the love of Cthulhu make this movie stop before any more of my brain cells die and I decide to take up a new hobby of shoving metal objects into light sockets.”
Do your sides hurt yet? DO THEY???
Even the film gets bored with this lame gimmicky style and abandons it at the “climax.” Then we finally get some onscreen action but it’s too little too late. I can’t even say this film is poorly paced because there’s really no pacing at all. Also no real story, no plot, no point.
It does have unfunny blowjob and fart jokes though. If that’s your thing.
I usually try and find some value in even the worst pieces of cinematic excrement but I’m really at a loss here. Eric Idle’s performance does at least have some energy but all his role really requires of him is to run around and act like an idiot. He’s also pretty much just doing the same type of character he’s been playing since the Flying Circus days and it just made me wish to shit that I could be watching that instead of this flat mess. This film, rather sadly, almost totally ended his career in Hollywood and after this he really only showed up in cameo roles.
This is the face of a man who is watching his career fall down a manhole right in front of his eyes
It did the same thing to Joe Eszterhas’s career as well but as to that, good fucking riddance. (on a small side note, I have not seen Showgirls yet and since Showgirls is indeed both Eszterhas’s most infamous film and listed in Maltin’s guide as a certified BOMB, I am going to be watching and writing about Showgirls next. I hear it’s a good bit more “fun” than this movie and I sure as shit hope so for my sanity’s sake.)
I will give the film this: Every one of the celebrities the producers roped into being in it seem to be weirdly on board with everything, which leads me to wonder if they even read the script or, since a lot of the “humor” comes from the graphics that describe each actor, that maybe, just maybe, those weren’t included in the original screenplay. How else do you explain Jackie Chan willing to have himself described as being bad at English, the barrage of “Whoopi Goldberg got fucked over by Ted Danson” jokes, or the references to Sly Stallone being a blithering idiot? Or all the female characters being constantly and hi-lariously described ironically as “feminists?” But then that wouldn’t explain famous producer Robert Evens being willing to play himself as an uncomfortably sleazy pervert with incest fantasies. There’s poking fun at yourself and then there’s just plain fucking mean. I guess there’s some comfort in knowing that maybe Goldberg was willing to say “fuck you” to herself in such a bald hack comedian type of way. Or maybe Joe Esterhauz is just a huge shitbag. Yeah, that’s probably it.
Pictured: Much ew
I really don’t really know what to make of the film’s strange obsession with black culture either. The opening credits are set against some actually kind of cool urban graffiti art (almost tricking you into thinking the following movie might actually be tolerable), the soundtrack is credited to Public Enemy’s Chuck D, and a large part of the film’s climax deals, rather poorly of course, with a rouge team of underground black filmmakers headed by the the man himself and…sigh. Coolio. I guess it was 1998 and having Coolio in your big budget (10 million dollaridoos!) movie wouldn’t have been seen as the poor casting choice it would be now. He did still have a bit of cred left and it was a long nose dive to bad shark movies and gun related arrests in airports. But still, why this focus? It might be the single most interesting thing about this crap pile but it’s still just as pointless and unfunny as everything else.
Chuck D should be embarrassed, Coolio should just be glad he got a paycheck
Looking around quickly on IMDB brings up a whole shit ton of people that defend this movie, who claim you need to be a Hollywood insider to really “get” the humor, who try and say that it’s just too smart of a movie for most people to understand. Well, I’m sorry fellow keyboard warriors, but you are wrong and you should feel bad about yourselves. This is not a film to be watched and enjoyed, this is a film to be endured. While a lot of it’s “jokes” about women, black people, and you the average Joe ticket buyer would normally piss me off, the whole thing is just so pancake flat and uninteresting that all I could feel was bored and mildly irritated. This is really one to watch to see just how bad a movie can really be. Then you and I will shut it off, tick it off of our exceedingly long “to watch” lists and then slowly start to forget it exists. We suffered through it, we earned our Hey Duggee! bad film badges, our parents are here to pick us up, hugs all around. Except for you Eszterhaus. You can go jump in a smelly algae covered lake, you bridge troll.
I think Eszterhaus might have a teeny tiny problem with women…
On a last note: The great Billy Barty is indeed in this movie as himself and it’s a testament to the film’s all around pointlessness that he’s totally wasted in a 30 second cameo part. I mean, the man was in Bride of Frankenstein, The Day of the Locust, and UHF and that’s all you can think to do with him? At least give the man something to do. Fuck’s sake.
I’m pretty sure I had a dream once that looked exactly like this though
My rating: Still a BOMB. As Roger Ebert put it in his fantastic take down of this crapfest, this feels like something you’d show at the retirement party for a Hollywood executive, not a ten million dollar feature you’d put in front of a general release audience and actually expect them to pay money to see it. I will give everyone involved a small point for having the testicles to attempt this, but not much else.
Pictured: Not a whole heaping plate of steaming Yikes. Nope, not at all