2000mar13. Topsy Turvy. Topsy Fucking Turvy. Clocking in at two hours and forty minutes, you better damn well enjoy the myriad dead-end subplots that all the critics are raving about. One of the actors ... does heroin! One of the actresses ... has a leg injury, but then she’s okay! Someone’s pregnant ... but she’s going to take care of it! Gilbert bumps into a street woman and he is harangued! Another actress can’t get any men because she has a daughter ... and then, later, she can’t get any men because she has a daughter!. Time wasters, all. But who cares when you (the viewer) apparently have all the time in the world? Why edit a film? Otherwise, there were some theatre-related Mikado-ee bits in there that would entertain those type of people who like musicals. There is funny verbal sparring. But if I want a film to last three hours, I'll watch it 2.3 times.
