A director is forced to work with his ex-wife, who left him for the boss of the studio bankrolling his new film. But the night before the first day of shooting, he develops a case of psychosomatic blindness.
Suffering from writer's block and eagerly awaiting his writing award, Harry Block remembers events from his past and scenes from his best-selling books as characters, real and fictional, come back to haunt him.
Dishwasher and small-fry criminal Ray hits on a plan with his partners in crime to re-open a local pizza place and dig through to the bank down the street. As his wife can't cook pizza but does great cookies, that's what they sell. While the no-hope tunnellers get lost underground, the cookie operation really takes off and the team find themselves rich business people. But the other local money isn't quite ready to accept them. Written by
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Shown the house where writer Henry James(whom her husband confuses with band leader Harry James) once lived, the culturally challenged Frenchy announces that James was author of "The Heiress" (which she mispronounces as "hair-ess"). In reality, "The Heiress" was the title shared by a movie and a stage play, each inspired by James's novel "Washington Square"; James never wrote anything called "The Heiress". See more »
You know? Frenchy eats frog's legs.
It's supposed to taste like chicken.
Rabbit tastes like frog's legs?
No, forget it, forget it.
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The second half of the movie was the worst example of New York whining imaginable. No entertainment value could be siphoned from this film save for Tracy Ullman's retarded sister. Aside from that, if I were given a choice between hearing Woody Allen whine for 90 minutes, or endure a massage at the hands of Hannibal Lecter, it would be the hardest choice of my life.
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