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Released in 1994, this film will also charm an audience already in love with the demigods of popular and genre entertainment. As the idealistic hero, Cusack glows with artistic fervor and shrieks in outrage at compromising his absolute independence. Then, along the road to opening night, he discovers that no play goes on stage with a production company of one. Surprisingly, his alter-ego in his battle for quality turns out to be another mobster, Cheech, played by Chazz Palminteri. Cheech idolizes George Raft. According to Allen, only the collaboration of these two polar opposites can launch the right kind of Broadway hit -- and even they can't do it without leaving a few bodies behind. Dramatic talent flows right down the toughest boulevards. The storyline insists that first-rate plays erupt from the seamiest sides of life. On-stage drama only captures a portion of the deviltry waged on all sides by French pastries, yapping dogs, corsets and even pedicurists. Comic set pieces stud this movie. As co-writer and director of this film, Woody Allen disappears into his startling characters, yet his brilliant touch shows everywhere. The authentic Jazz Age music sets the mood for Prohibition era antics. A sweetness permeates his starlets, as it does in his stunning Annie Hall. But this tour de force even contains an off-stage Lothario who blimps up like Allen did in Zelig. The musical chair partners of love's mysteries will remind viewers, too, of A Midsummer Night's Sex Comedy. Yet here, plots depend on more than neuroses: they are matters of life and death. And a poor performance means a premature exit into a dim passage, where the devil always waits. See Bullets over Broadway, and savor a drop-dead comedy! Meg Curtis Meg Curtis leads a triple life as a creative writer, a college professor and a medievalist. From western New York, she gained insights into wildlife and spiritualism. In Appalachia, she learned to love America's oldest mountains. She has settled happily, with three southern cats and a basset hound named Mr. Willoughby, in Freemansburg, Pennsylvania. Click here to share your views.
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