Wizard-8 Several years after directing "Funny About Love", director Leonard Nimoy admitted that making this movie was a mistake, and put the blame on the script. To a degree, Nimoy was correct. The writing found in this movie is truly bizarre at times. Throughout, characters spout out deranged dialogue that no human being with a reasonable amount of intelligence would say. Also, big chunks of time seem to be missing. For example, when Wilder's character and his wife have their first argument, in the next scene she is packing her bags and planning divorce - huh? I don't know if that's how it was written, or if the editing removed some scenes, but the movie is missing important information.While most of the blame is with the script (and possibly with the editing), Nimoy has to share some blame for the performances of his actors. More often than not, Nimoy has his cast acting in a very broad manner that makes the deranged dialogue they speak even worse-sounding.As I indicated in the summary line, this movie is more strange than funny.

moonspinner55 Gene Wilder struggles manfully to keep this limp, occasionally lame comedy afloat, but he's quickly defeated by unsure Leonard Nimoy direction, shabby editing and writing. A professional cartoonist falls for an attractive female chef (she can't be much of a chef since his first impression of her food is disgust); after meeting cute, they decide to marry, but frustration soon arrives over their failure to conceive a child. Christine Lahti has a warm, ticklish presence, but her character here is so underwritten we're not sure how we're supposed to feel about her; Mary Stuart Masterson is much better as a fraternity sex-bunny, but she belongs in a different movie (with a different partner) altogether. Based on a magazine article by Bob Greene, the picture is full of comic ideas that don't play and dramatic interludes which wilt without the proper handling. *1/2 from ****

dwwashburn and I used to live on the Upper West Side of NY and work in Brooklyn. Each workday I would take the subway from Central Park West to Brooklyn. On the morning of March 26, 1989, I happened to see a film crew working in the park as I approached the train station. I asked a crew man, "What project are you working on?" He answered, "New York Times"--which was the working title for the movie. The newspaper would not give the studio permission to use that title so it was changed. I knew about the working title from Trekzine. I asked the man to please wish Mr. Nimoy a happy birthday! I've always wondered if he did . . . and if Mr. Nimoy wondered how a passerby knew (a) that it happened to be his birthday and (b) that he was the director of the movie in production! Since Mr. Wilder plays a cartoonist in the film I suggested the title "See You in the Funny Pages" but, of course, it wasn't used. I've seen the movie and tried to spot a scene filmed at Central Park but I didn't see it.

fagone Poop! Cubing each consonant and vowel in every curse word known to man could never convey the truly execrable experience of watching this movie. My friend and I had to check the IMDB to convince us that we did not, in fact, hallucinate it. Seriously, folks -- it's that bad. Even the anal-injection scene didn't save it, nor did Gene Wilder's witty frying pantheon bit. Perhaps this is a bit unfair -- Wilder is, we hear, the Jerry Lewis of Sweden. Those Swedes just love him; maybe we're missing something. In Sweden, the government funds gigantic outdoors viewings of all six episodes of "Something Wilder." In Sweden, we hear, these events are public holidays. So maybe there's something to it -- we just don't know.