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That was an excellent one.

One of my all time favorites.

i must have seen a different film!!

Great movie! If you want to be entertained and have a few good laughs, see this movie. The music is also very good,

This film is so Altmanesque that you might as well watch a Robert Altman film. The inherent problem with mimicking a genius's style is that you'll never be as good as he was. I get that Rudolph is Altman's "protege" and Altman was even a producer on this film, but for the life of me I can't fathom why Altman just didn't direct the film himself...maybe he was busy working on other projects, but if so why water down your artistic legacy with mediocrity. The most egregious problem with this film is the miscasting of Denver Pyle; he might have been good in smaller roles as a hayseed but he simply isn't believable as an executive, and lacks the depth to accurately portray a man who has become distant from his own son. Every line he delivers is flat; he must have known he was struggling in the role, he looks uncomfortable. On the other hand, most of the other actors are terrific: Lauren Hutton, Keith Carridine, Geraldine Chaplin, Harvey Keitel, and Sissy Spacek, all in interwoven Altmanesque stories. My main problem with the film is that it feels very claustrophobic; where Altman tells the big, grand story and dips into the characters every once in a while, Rudolph focuses on the relationships among these vapid people, complete with closeups intended to convey contemplation, wounded pride, happiness, or any other emotion these superficial characters experience. We never really get to know any of them, they appear as strangers at the start of the film and by the end they leave as strangers, which might have been the point that Rudolph was making, but the presentation of this idea isn't sophisticated enough to drive the point home. If it were any good, the music might have redeemed the film, but none of the songs are particularly catchy or memorable, though they are sophisticated. Before last night I had never heard of this film but I'm glad I watched it so I could reminisce about the 70s when cell phones were science fiction and wicker furniture and spider plants were everywhere.

I saw this movie late at night. I was sitting in front of the TV with headphones on because my girlfriend was already sleeping. Although I had to sit in a rather uncomfortable position in front of the TV and it was already 2.00 in the morning I was fascinated from the beginning and completely forgot about being tired and just wanted to enjoy the atmosphere of the film.I loved this movie, maybe because I have a fascination for California and LA myself. I don't have much else to say which hasn't been posted in the other comments but the I never have read so different opinions on any movie. There seem to be a great amount of people who love it (like me) and some who think its the worst film of all time. It reminds me of the way people talk about LA itself. They way this film polarizes makes it an outstanding piece of art, definitely worth seeing - like the city itself.As I said - one of my favourites - cant wait to see it again on TV.

I cannot begin to explain how terrible this movie is. The characters are all to a person lobotomized caricatures of some race of extinct humans no museum will ever display, and the sordid storylines weren't any of them, worth telling. Among its many plain vanilla amateurish mistakes and misfires, there is in this film, a classic example of cinematic badness. I believe it would be considered the climax? Maybe I'm wrong. Anyway, music and musicians are sort of important to the `plot'. Carradine is frustrated, over luded songwriter. Of course the soundtrack and incidental music is so unbelievably bad, and inappropriate, that it was slowly grating my nerves to Romano cheese. Here's the bad part, roughly 3/4 of the way through, a bunch of the characters who are sort of interrelated, come together at a recording session, to hear this guy who aint really in the movie other than this scene, record a tune. You are then assaulted with this incredibly bad, I mean like Gong show bad singer, who belts out a 10 minute tune that Joni Mitchell might throw together if you struck her in the head with a leaded croquet mallet. But just the whole scene, the director doing these montages, spliced with the people grooving away to this sad example of musical mediocrity, in the studio really made me want to break something. In fact, I have to see it again, just to relive that intense emotion. The 70s have always seemed to me in many ways just a huge embarrassment for humanity, especially this nation. I watch a movie like this and those thoughts are totally reinforced. You like Sissy Spacek? I never really did, but she walks through a scene topless, and its pretty doggone good.

Twenty-three years after seeing this movie for the first time, my initial impressions still remain. What really sinks the movie is the TRULY AWFUL vocal delivery of Richard Baskin on the soundtrack. Had to go for the mute button every time. The only reason I even checked it out again was for Sissy, one of our best actresses. She's good, but her next Altman film 3 Women is more provocative. Welcome to L.A. -- Nashville it ain't!