Corky Romano

Yet another SNL reject who guns for Holywood and fails miserably.

This is one of those scripts produced during a WGA strike, which proves there is no god, since this made a profit.

You can tell this script was farted out in an elevator ride, since there’s about 30 minutes of solid nothing happening right on the film opening. Half an hour of the titular character pretending to destroy the set with contrived “slapstick”. Not the rest is any better really. Just a series of unfunny scenes one after the other.

Not even Peter Falk could save this. He spends the entire film bed-ridden, and I can see him taking extended naps without anyone noticing.


This is my place for ramblings about sequences of images that exploit the human visual limitation know as persistence of vision.

Ephemera of Vision