The true story of Whitey Bulger, the brother of a state senator and the most infamous violent criminal in the history of South Boston, who became an FBI informant to take down a Mafia family invading his turf.
Hail Caesar! Follows a day in the life of Eddie Mannix, a Hollywood fixer for Capitol Pictures in the 1950s, who cleans up and solves problems for big names and stars in the industry. But when studio star Baird Whitlock disappears, Mannix has to deal with more than just the fix. Written by
Most of the film clips are presented in the correct-for-1951 aspect ratio of 1.37:1; however, when Mannix screens dailies of "Hail, Caesar!", they're being projected at 1.66:1, which did not come along until 1953. (The Hobie Doyle western is, as noted by others, also incorrectly projected at roughly 2:1.) See more »
Young Women at Bar:
[in a scene being filmed at Capitol Pictures, a bar full of sailors is closing for the night, and the young women are going home]
So long, fellas. See ya in eight months.
Yeah, we're shippin' out in the morning.
Golly, eight months without a dame.
Burt Gurney (as Sailor in Bar Scene):
Can you beat it?
You're gonna have to beat it!
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At the end of the closing credits there is a disclaimer that reads "This motion picture contains no visual depiction of the godhead." See more »
This movie got an A rating in the Cleveland Plain Dealer from a film reviewer I have long respected, so I took advantage of a free late afternoon to go see it on the day it opened.
It's a shame the review was so positive, because it made my disappointment that much greater.
There is very little in this movie that is funny. (The audience I saw it with almost never laughed.) Most of the parodies are simplistic and flat and don't say anything clever about the subjects they are lampooning.
Take the extended water ballet sequence that is meant as a send-up of Esther Williams movies. The sequence itself looks like a poor man's version of one of the numbers in *Jupiter's Daughter*. Scarlett Johannson looks frightened all the while she's up in the air in that little basket, but not frightened enough to be funny. And then? Nothing. The number ends as it would in an Esther Williams movie, and there is unfunny dialogue with the swimming character concerning her pregnancy.
And so it goes throughout the movie. Things happen, but there is no followup. There are parodies of different types of movies popular in the 1940s and 50s, but the parodies aren't clever or insightful. George Clooney's character gets kidnapped by left-wing script writers, but those scenes don't tell us anything about the black-listed screenwriters of the era.
Some of the reviews on here say the movie is terrible, some think this movie is the best thing since sliced cheese. It's neither extreme. It's just a largely flat comedy, with too few laughs.
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