Picking Up the Pieces (2000)

User Rating:

4.0/10   

Director:

Alfonso Arau

Writer (WGA):

Bill Wilson (written by)

Release Date:

30 August 2000 (France)

Genre:

Comedy | Fantasy

Plot:

A small New Mexican village discovers a severed hand that is considered a miracle of God, when it actually belongs to a murdered spouse with a husband in search of it.

Plot Keywords:

Hand | New Mexico | Miracle | Severed Hand | Mayor

Awards:

2 nominations

Cast

Woody Allen	...	Tex Cowley
Sharon Stone	...	Candy Cowley
Alfonso Arau	...	Dr. Amado
Brian Brophy	...	CNN Reporter
Betty Carvalho	...	Juana
Enrique Castillo	...	Grasiento
Jorge Cervera Jr.	...	Unojo
O'Neal Compton	...	Texas John
Maria Grazia Cucinotta	...	Desi
Marcus Demian	...	Ricardo
Danny De La Paz	...	Lalo Taxi Driver
Andy Dick	...	Father Buñuel
Jeannine De La Torre	...	Maria
Fran Drescher	...	Sister Frida
Richard Edson	...	Edsel Farkus

Also Known As:

First on Max (USA) (working title)

MPAA:

Rated R for sexuality and language.

Runtime:

95 min

Country:

USA

Language:

English

Color:

Color

Aspect Ratio:

2.00 : 1

Sound Mix:

Dolby Digital

Certification:

Iceland:12 | South Korea:15 | France:U | Germany:16 | Spain:13 | UK:15 | USA:R | Finland:K-15

Filming Locations:

La Puente, California, USA

Company:

Comala Films Productions

Quotes:

Father Leo: Senora, please, please. This is the house of God, there is no screaming or jumping for joy here.

One of the cheesiest movies ever made -- and not in a camp way!

I watched this movie on Cinemax in stunned silence. It contains some of the most sophomoric writing and cheapest sight gags one can imagine outside of a frat-house revue. Throughout the film, both Woody Allen and Sharon Stone keep fixed and glazed grins on their faces, as if they can hardly believe they're saying these horrible lines. That this cast and this director would produce this travesty passes all understanding.

The problem isn't the subject matter (hey, I'm all for irreverent treatment of organized religion!), it's that the plotting and the execution leave you wishing you'd spent the last two hours jabbing straight pins into the back of your hand. Or, perhaps, your eyes.

It is a film without charm, without wit, without subtlety, without surprise. Your move.