Once again, the joyous end of the work week spurs Microkhan to dredge up a hilariously negative movie review of yore. This week’s slab of celluloidic infamy is Death to Smoochy, perhaps history’s greatest testament to Robin Williams’s talent for irritation. As depicted in the video above, it also features Ed Norton singing an anti-heroin folk song while dressed as a pink rhino. How director Danny DeVito couldn’t see “box-office poison” written all over this project is anyone’s guess.
The movie’s sole redeeming feature? It gave the opportunity for the great Roger Ebert to spit some serious venom. The lead paragraph of his evisceration:
Only enormously talented people could have made Death to Smoochy. Those with lesser gifts would have lacked the nerve to make a film so bad, so miscalculated, so lacking any connection with any possible audience. To make a film this awful, you have to have enormous ambition and confidence, and dream big dreams.
The film’s finale, Ebert also informs us, involves “a lesbian hit-squad leader with a thick Irish brogue.” We’ll take his word on that.