Albert Brooks' Whiskey Sour: the jealous lover's libation of choice. Two parts powdered Quaaludes, one part whiskey, a wee dram of caustic soda and a healthy glug of Angostura bitters. Best served with the relationship on the rocks.
I just wish Mary had been more active/less of a cliche or Robert's psychosis had been more obvious to everyone else. I feel like the tone should have been more biting/satirical. However, the commentary on filmmaking was on point. "You might be right, but do it the other way."
The title, like Brooks' overriding sense of humor, is bluntly on-point and deviously ironic. It also deserves its deceptively ambitious title, honestly capturing the tone of post-lib relationships. This film is cynical but desirous of romance, informed by jealousy and fits of unrestrained devotion. Funny and devastating, often at the same time.
Some beautiful cinematography, here, that makes you understand why Kubrick was a fan. Brooks has a real Kubrick-like patience and dynamism presenting us with the seemingly banal, and digging a bit deeper. Story-wise, this gets a little tired towards the end, but the extended scene in which Brooks finds himself home alone having taken qualudes is one of the unsung masterpieces of comic cinema.
Albert Brooks is the poor man's Woody Allen in many ways. Funny, laughed out loud several times. Favourite scene: The shoe store scene with the guy from Curb Your Enthusiasm as the salesman.
I feel it lacked something though, maybe the female lead character wasn't interesting enough.
In theory, Albert Brooks' style of comedy is something I admire and wish more film comedy would aspire to – broad and exaggerated, yet fascinatingly real. The scene where he's on Quaaludes has an admirable subtlety, while being fundamentally ridiculous. But this, along with REAL LIFE and LOST IN AMERICA, just confirmed yet again that there's something in Brooks' style that, to me, is just so flat and unmemorable.