“I’m mad about so many things you can’t count them,” bellows Maggie (Anjelica Houston), her laser-sharp, Botoxed glower emanating from beneath the brim of her cowboy hat and leveling all those foolish enough to rub eyeballs with her. Sadly, her anger doesn’t impinge upon writer-director Theresa Rebeck, who has nothing …
A romantic comedy of misunderstanding: the token-taker has an unspoken crush on a daily commuter, rescues him from an onrushing el train after a mugging, and is mistaken for his fiancé as he lies comatose in the hospital. Then she meets his brother. A possible premise, drudgingly written, directed, and …
A would-be Sherlock Holmes for the Nineties: a junk-food junkie (fridge full of pop-top Tab), a substance abuser (Holmes had his occasional cocaine, remember), an untalented songwriter and guitar strummer (in place of a violin), a social recluse who never meets his clients face to face (employing a bemused Watson …