If anything, Hollywood has done all it could to kill the genre outright. Hollywood has spent the intervening 25 years putting the Fordian factory production model to shame, but the pure movie parody – with essentially no redeeming virtue beyond being stupidly funny and, I guess, pointing out how generally ridiculous film and film-culture convention is – is nowhere to be found. “As long as the Hollywood assembly lines keep groaning,” he answers himself, “there will probably be a function for these corrective measures.”īeing a film critic involves a lot corrective re-evaluation, but it still feels safe to say that America’s reviewer was never more bitterly, horribly, unquestionably wrong than he was when casually speculating on the future of deadpan kitchen-sink spoof movies. “Will this genre ever run out of steam?” Roger Ebert asks in what is pretty close to a glowing review of Hot Shots! Part Deux, Jim Abrahams’s 1993 parody of, most approximately, Rambo III. Lloyd Bridges stars in Hot Shots! Part Deux, a film built out of the classic Zucker, Abrahams, Zucker format, which is essentially to make sure every shot has a joke somewhere, on the assumption that some of them have to be funny to someone.
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