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| Year: | 1991 |
| Rating: | 6.7(14438) |
| Listed in: | Comedy, Drama, Fantasy, Romance |
| Directed by: | Mick Jackson |
| Actors: | Steve Martin Richard E. Grant Victoria Tennant Marilu Henner Sarah Jessica Parker Susan Forristal |
| "Something funny is happening in L.A." | |
Cast
| Directed by | |
|---|---|
| Mick Jackson | |
| Actors | |
| Steve Martin | as Harris K. Telemacher |
| Richard E. Grant | as Roland Mackey |
| Kevin Pollak | as Frank Swan |
| Sam McMurray | as Morris Frost |
| Patrick Stewart | as Mr. Perdue, Maitre D' at L'Idiot |
| Andrew Amador | as Bob, News Anchor |
| Eddie De Harp | as Maitre D' at Brunch |
| M.C. Shan | as Rap Waiter at L'Idiot |
| Tommy Hinkley | as Ted |
| Larry Miller | as Tom |
| Thornton Simmons | as Man |
| Dennis Dragon | as Crook |
| Richard Stahl | as Bank Executive |
| Aaron Lustig | as Boring Speaker |
| Time Winters | as Floss Waiter at L'Idiot |
| Pierre Epstein | as Chef |
| Wesley Thompson | as Jesse |
| George Plimpton | as Straight Weatherman |
| David Glyn Price | as Pilot |
| Wesley Mann | as Tony, Gas Station Attendant |
| Mark Steen | as Tod PA |
| Jaime Gomez | as Tod PA |
| Scott Johnston | as Co-Pilot |
| Robert Lind | as Chainsaw Juggler |
| Tony Marsico | as Hard Rock Patron |
| Burt Macke | as Cameraman |
| Matt Stetson | as Spokesmodel Teacher |
| Brian Banowetz | as Bellman |
| Sean Michael Beyer | as Parking Valet |
| Michael E. Burgess | as Waiter |
| Chevy Chase | as Carlo Christopher |
| Woody Harrelson | as Harris' Boss |
| Terry Jones | as Sara's Mother |
| John Lithgow | as Harry Zell |
| Rick Moranis | as Gravedigger |
| Robert Picardo | as Voicephone |
| Actresses | |
| Victoria Tennant | as Sara McDowel |
| Marilu Henner | as Trudi |
| Sarah Jessica Parker | as SanDeE* |
| Susan Forristal | as Ariel |
| Gail Grate | as Gail, News Anchor |
| Frances Fisher | as June |
| Iman | as Cynthia |
| Anna Crawford | as Sharon |
| Samantha McCoy | as Sheila |
| Julianna McCarthy | as Woman |
| Amy Wallace | as Tod PA |
| Cheryl Baker | as Changing Room Woman |
| May Boss | as Old Woman |
| Mary Pedersen | as Airline Ticket Agent |
| Trisha Mares | as Bride at Brunch |
| Mirriam Wood | as Dinner Guest |
Movie info
| Languages: | English |
| Filming dates: | 16 April 1990 - 6 July 1990 |
| Plot: | In this spin on the traditional romantic comedy, Harris K. Tellemacher, a Shakespeare-quoting, Los Angeles TV weatherman is looking for something meaningful for his life. The Los Angeles Freeway sign informs him that the weather will change his life in two ways, and Harris begins to search for the meaning behind that message. |
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"Epona" Written by Enya Performed by Enya Courtesy of Atlantic Recording Corp. / BBC Enterprises Ltd. By Arrangement with Warner Special Products "Exile" Written by Enya , Roma Ryan and Nicky Ryan Performed by Enya Courtesy of WEA Records Limited / Geffen Records By Arrangement with Warner Special Products "On Your Shore" Written by Enya , Roma Ryan and Nicky Ryan Performed by Enya Courtesy of WEA Records Limited / Geffen Records By Arrangement with Warner Special Products "I've Had My Moments" Written by Gus Kahn and Walter Donaldson Performed by Stéphane Grappelli and Django Reinhardt Courtesy of Vogue Records By Arrangement with GNP Crescendo Records "La Mer" Written by Charles Trenet Performed by Django Reinhardt and The Quintette of the Hot Club of France with Stéphane Grappelli Courtesy of RCA Records, A Division of BMG Music "Do Wah Diddy, Diddy" Written by Jeff Barry and Ellie Greenwich Performed by Manfred Mann Courtesy of BMI, A Division of Capitol Records, Inc. By Arrangement with CEMA Special Markets "La Mer" Written by Charles Trenet Performed by Charles Trenet Courtesy of Capitol Records, Inc. By Arrangement with CEMA Special Markets "You Drive Me To Distraction" Written by Chas Sanford and Charles Judge Performed by Big World "Wild Thing" Written by Chip Taylor Performed by Seeds of Love featuring Jimmie Wood Produced by Carl Sealove "Ain't That A Shame" Written by Fats Domino' (as Antoine "Fats" Domino) and David Bartholomew (as Dave Bartholomew) Performed by Fats Domino Courtesy of Heritage Entertainment, Inc. By Arrangement with Celebrity Licensing Inc. "Smoke Rings" Written by Ned Washington and H. Eugene Gifford Performed by Stéphane Grappelli and Django Reinhardt Courtesy of Vogue Records By Arrangement with GNP Crescendo Records "Amazing Grace" Arrangement by Fairbairn Performed by The Pipes and Drums and Military Band of the Royal Scots Dragoon Guards Courtesy of RCA Records, A Division of BMG Music "Clouds" Written by Gus Kahn and Walter Donaldson "Symphony No. 5, 1st Movement" Composed by Ludwig van Beethoven |
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Continuity: As Sarah tells Harris of her weekend plans with her ex-husband, her hands change position on the car door between shots. SYNC: After running into Sara and Roland in the museum, Harris picks himself up off the floor saying "I get that," but his lips are clearly saying something else. Revealing mistakes: As Harris is driving south on the 110 freeway after the "Open Season on the L.A. Freeway scene", you see absolutely no traffic on the northbound side, even though it is mid-day. |
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[Admiring a painting] Harris: I like the relationships. I mean, each character has his own story. The puppy is a bit too much, but you have to over look things like that in these kinds of paintings. The way he's *holding* her... it's almost... filthy. I mean, he's about to kiss her and she's pulling away. The way the leg's sort of smashed up against her... Phew... Look how he's painted the blouse sort of translucent. You can just make out her breasts underneath and it's sort of touching him about here. It's really... pretty torrid, don't you think? Then of course you have the onlookers peeking at them from behind the doorway like they're all shocked. They wish. Yeah, I must admit, when I see a painting like this, I get emotionally... erect. [the painting is revealed to be of a red rectangle] Mr. Perdue, Maitre D' at L'Idiot: You think with a financial statement like this you can have the duck? Harris: Let us just say I was deeply unhappy, but I didn't know it because I was so happy all the time. Sara: What did you have in mind? Harris: Well, I was thinking of taking you on a cultural tour of L.A. Sara: That's the first fifteen minutes, then what? Harris: All right, a cynic. First stop is six blocks from here. Sara: Why don't we walk? Harris: Walk? A walk in L.A.? Roland: Sara just got off a plane from London. Trudi: Oh, you must be exhausted. Sara: Yes, I'm shattered, but it's nothing that some sleep and a good fuck wouldn't cure, as my sister used to say. Ha ha ha. [Everyone stares] Roland: You'll have to forgive Sara. Sara: Oh, it was just... it was just a figure of speech. I've been on a plane for twelve hours next to a crying baby. Harris: I'm not kissing anyone hello anymore. Trudi: Well just shake hands with them. Harris: Are you kidding? I just wash my hands and I shake hands with some guy that feels like he's been squashing caterpillars. Harris: Here, let me not drive for a while. [Harris' girlfriend slept with his agent] Harris: And I thought they were only supposed to take 10 percent. Sara: And if I were to go? Harris: All I know is, on the day your plane was to leave, if I had the power, I would turn the winds around, I would roll in the fog, I would bring in storms, I would change the polarity of the earth so compasses couldn't work, so your plane couldn't take off. Trudi: Sheila has been studying the art of conversation. Harris: Oh, you're taking a course in conversation? Sheila: Yes. [long pause] Sara: I keep thinking I'm a grown up, but I'm not. Tom: I'll have a decaf coffee. Trudi: I'll have a decaf espresso. Morris Frost: I'll have a double decaf cappuccino. Ted: Give me decaffeinated coffee ice cream. Harris: I'll have a half double decaffeinated half-caf, with a twist of lemon. Trudi: I'll have a twist of lemon. Tom: I'll have a twist of lemon. Morris Frost: I'll have a twist of lemon. Cynthia: I'll have a twist of lemon. Harris: So, I'll see you Sunday? Trudi: I got a shower Sunday. Harris: Oh yeah, and I really should take a bath... Monday? Harris: Hello, this is Harris. I'm in right now, so you can talk to me personally. Please start talking at the sound of the beep. [BEEP] Sara: Hello? Harris: Hello. Sara: Hello? Harris: Hello. Sara: Is this a person? Harris: Yes, it is a person. [repeated line] Sara: Let your mind go and your body will follow. [Harris kisses Sara. ] Sara: Oh no, I can't. This is how Mommy met Daddy. Harris: Let your mind go and your body will follow. Harris: Why is it that we don't always recognize the moment when love begins but we always know when it ends? Harris: Ordinarily, I don't like to be around interesting people because it means I have to be interesting too. Sara: Are you saying I'm interesting? Harris: All I'm saying is that, when I'm around you, I find myself showing off, which is the idiot's version of being interesting. Crook: Hi. My name is Bob. I'll be your robber. Harris: [hands him the money] Hi, how are you? Crook: Thank you very much. Harris: There's someone out there for everyone - even if you need a pickaxe, a compass, and night goggles to find them. [Sara McDowel asks Harris when the right time for low, sustained, booming noises were in L.A. We later find out she plays tuba] Harris: Ah - low, sustained, booming noises. Nine, nine-fifteen. Harris: SanDeE*, your... your breasts feel weird. SanDeE*: Oh, that's 'cause they're real. Harris: But then I'd just be using you to get back at her! SanDeE*: I don't mind. Harris: Let's go! Harris: [to SanDeE*] Well, thank you for a lovely lunch and enema. Harris: Forget for this moment the smog and the cars and the restaurant and the skating and remember only this. A kiss may not be the truth, but it is what we wish were true. Harris: Well, maybe you think it's intellectual because you were raised with a banana and an inner tube... This is an intellectual-free zone. Harris: I could never be a woman, 'cause I'd just stay home and play with my breasts all day. [after they get enemas together] SanDeE*: So, what do you think? Harris: I think it was a total washout. SanDeE*: God, it really clears out your head. Harris: Head? Head? You should go back in there and tell them they're doing it wrong. Well, it was a great lunch and enema, thanks. Sara: Roland thinks L.A. is a place for the brain-dead. He says, if you turned off the sprinklers, it would turn into a desert. But I think - I don't know, it's not what I expected. It's a place where they've taken a desert and turned it into their dreams. I've seen a lot of L.A. and I think it's also a place of secrets: secret houses, secret lives, secret pleasures. And no one is looking to the outside for verification that what they're doing is all right. So what do you say, Roland? Roland: I still say it's a place for the brain-dead. [Harris is trying to convince Sara not to go back to England] Harris: There comes a time in a person's life when it's now or never. It's now or never. Let me read to you from this book of poems: "O pointy birds, o pointy pointy. Anoint..." [Sara slams window shut] [as they walk to the restaurant, a loud clanging sound is heard] Harris: What's that clanging sound? Roland: It's a nuisance. It's my damn testicles. [whilst showing Sara around LA] Harris: Some of these buildings are over 20 years old. Harris: Sitting there at that moment I thought of something else Shakespeare said. He said, "Hey... life is pretty stupid; with lots of hubbub to keep you busy, but really not amounting to much." Of course I'm paraphrasing: "Life is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing." Sara: Why didn't you tell me you had just broke up with someone? Harris: How do you know I just broke up with someone? Sara: Because when men just break up with someone, they always run around with someone much too young for them. Harris: She's not so young. She'll be 27 in four years. Harris: So there I was jabbering at her about my new job as a serious newsman - about anything at all - but all I could think was wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful and yet again, wonderful. [Explaining itself, quoting Shakespeare's "Hamlet"] The Signboard: There are more things in heaven and earth, Harry, than are dreamt of N your philosophy. Trudi: He said it's the first day of spring. Harris: Oh shit! Open season on the L.A. freeway! Trudi: Do bullets go bad? Harris: No, it's not like milk. They don't have expiration date or anything. [Trudi is loading a gun] Harris: Don't point it at me! Trudi: Sorry, I don't know gun etiquette. Trudi: One of the first things I always teach my clients is about the point system. You should never have more than seven things on. You know, like your earrings count for two points, those daisies count for three points. But the best thing to do is, right before you go out, look in the mirror and turn around real fast, and the first thing that catches your eye, get rid of it. I mean, I had this thing in my hair before I left, remember? And I pulled it right out, 'cause as soon as I turned, gone! Marilyn Monroe did that. Sharon: Whatever you do, don't get dumped in L.A. I mean, it's not like New York, where you can meet someone walking down the street. In L.A. you practically have to hit someone with your car. In fact, I know girls who speed just to meet cops. Frank Swan: What do you do for a living, Rollie? Roland: I deal in English paintings. Frank Swan: Abstract or realistic? Roland: Depends on which way you look at them, I suppose. Trudi: Isn't that girl Sara awful? I mean, what's with that accent? Harris: She has an accent because she's English. Trudi: Or maybe she's just trying to impress everybody. Harris: Oh, like that big phony, Winston Churchill. Harris: A sign spoke to me, said I was in trouble. Trudi: If you're talking to signs, you are in trouble. Harris: I call it performance art, but my friend Ariel calls it wasting time. History will decide. Harris: You're on time. Sara: Actually I'm late. Harris: You're exactly on time. Sara: But I had planned to be early. Harris: You know, you're really nobody in L.A. unless you live in a house with a really big door. Harris: We've got sun, earth, and atmosphere, and when you've got that, you've got weather! SanDeE*: I'm studying to be a spokesmodel. Harris: What is, what is a spokesmodel? SanDeE*: Um, it's just a model who speaks, you know, and she points at things like merchandise, you know, like a car or washer and dryer. Sometimes it's something really small, you know, like, like a book or fine art print. Harris: They have classes for that? SanDeE*: Yeah, 'cause it's a lot harder than it looks. Harris: If confusion about your love life is ruining your day, I think it's good to go over to your best friend's house and ruin her day too. Harris: When I really analyze it, Trudi wasn't for me anyway. The only good times we had were having sex and laying in bed watching TV. Ariel: I hate to tell you this, Harris, but if you can find somebody you can have sex with and lie in bed and watch TV, you've really got something. Mr. Perdue, Maitre D' at L'Idiot: Your usual table, Mr. Christopher? Carlo Christopher: No, I'd like a good one this time. Mr. Perdue, Maitre D' at L'Idiot: I'm sorry, that is impossible. Carlo Christopher: Part of the new cruelty? Mr. Perdue, Maitre D' at L'Idiot: I'm afraid so. Harris: I don't think we should make love, all right? SanDeE*: Okay, we'll just have sex. [Harris overhears an amorous couple in the next room] Harris: They're really excited. They must be cheating on someone. Roland: That's the difference between England and America. The English maintain civil relationships with their ex's. Americans sue them. Harris: I've been thinking about myself and I think I can become the kind of person that's worth you staying for. First of all, I'm a man who can cry. Now it's true, it's usually when I've hurt myself, but it's a start. Harris: [after seeing tiny dinner at L'Idiot's] I'm already finished and I don't remember eating. [Trudi admits to Harris that she has been cheating on him] Harris: How long has this been going on? Trudi: Three years. Harris: Three years? You mean this has been going on since the '80s? Harris: [calling the restaurant] Hello, L'Idiot? Yes, I'd like to make reservations for two for Friday. Saturday? Sunday? Ah good. Eight-thirty. Five-thirty or ten-thirty? Um, five-thirty. Visa... I'm a weatherman... yes, I'm on TV! Renting... I just sold a condo... yes, in this "soft market"... well, I don't see how that's any of your... the low fifties. Harris: [Sara dodges cars while driving on the left] Right side... right side! Get on the right side! Sara: I don't think he can hear you. Gail, News Anchor: And what a surprise this weekend when the weather turned unseasonably low. Here's Harris Telemacher, our "wacky weatherman" with a report. Harris: And when the weather dropped down to 58 degrees this weekend, how did you cope? Man: I went to make sure all the windows were shut. Harris: And, what about your pets? Were they outside? What happened? Man: Well, the cats were out till around ten. But it got a little too cold for them and they came in. Harris: The cats were out till around ten. But it got a little too cold for them and they came in! Well, that's how L.A. coped with that surprise low of 58 degrees that turned the weekend into a real weenie shrinker! |
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