This week we tackle Billy Crystals My Giant, and it tackles back, hard. We struggle to make sense of a movie where half the exposition is revealed by a mush mouthed former basketball player who acts as well as he speaks, and the other half is translated with a heaping helping of Borscht Belt pseudo-charm. Is Billy Crystal the worst human being alive, or does he just play him in this movie? Find out with us. DOWNLOAD HERE
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