The Impostors

"The Impostors" is a film which I compare metaphorically to stale bread: It might still be edible, but there's nothing much to do with it even if you found a way to alter it. It's bland, and trying to nibble at the first amount becomes a burden to finish the rest.

Stanley Tucci tried (and tried a little too hard) at recreating the era of 1930s/40s slapstick comedy, about a couple of unemployed losers who want to become actors eventhough no one will hire them. They're accused of assaulting a snobbish Ham actor, and after finding a place to hide they discover they're actually on a ship with him. At this point the blandness comes to a halt, and resumes to inanity and effortless skits. It was as if Tucci saw a segment of "The Little Rascals" or "The Three Stooges" one day and said, "Hey, people know who I am, let me make my vision of this and I'm sure everyone will love it for what it is, regardless of how it will turn out."

I guess I'm not everyone.

Even the Woody Allen cameo wasn't convincing. "The Impostors" is not a good movie.