Marci X

There's probably an entertaining comedy buried somewhere in this mess, but this whole movie appears to be a first draft that was rushed into production. There was potential, considering it has a screenplay by the impish Paul Rudd, a musical score of funny songs by the team that did Broadway's HAIRSPRAY, as well as some of Broadway's brightest acting talent. But the whole thing is just too farfetched. I didn't buy the movie's central premise that a music company was in financial trouble because the public was boycotting its products on account of its tasteless and obscene products. Please. The American public laps up tastelessness and obscenity. But even assuming you are able to accept that, the movie is so heavy-handed that it's only occasionally funny. The best parts are the musical numbers, especially `Let's Date.' I wish the rest of the movie had been as funny. I think the movie's appeal is to a very small audience – gay male Jewish New Yorkers in show business. Other people are going to be squirming throughout the film's brief duration.

...for one simple reason-they aren't responsible for the worst movie ever made anymore. Weak set-ups fizzle into non-humor and bland plot scenarios roll downhill slowly toward the expected conclusions. It's sort of like staring at traffic for 90 minutes-you tune out the cars and the noise and start thinking about being anywhere else.

For what it purported to be, a musical comedy, it did ok. I'm no great fan of rap, so this had to be light. Of course, the courtroom scene was way over the top, but if you go back and look at some of those old Jane Powell musicals, they burst into song in the strangest places and any "spontaneous" dance is choreographed and well rehearsed, as are all the "numbers" in this one.

Of course, it's much easier and the motivation is stronger [I spent money for that!]to write a bad review than a good one, so trashing it is expected. Too bad the-powers-that-be at IMDB can't sort these into two headings instead of one generic because usually the bad reviews get in first. This'll be #29 and probably will never be read. "Que sera sera, y'all, I reckon," as they say in southern Italy.

yeah, it's that bad. it's horrible. i can't even waste the words to explain it.

don't watch it, don't even consider watching it. if your hair's caught on fire and you go screaming through your building, and your neighbour with a bucket of water, says "watch Marci X or you're not getting this on your head" tell him to sod off. if you fall from an 8 story building break both your legs and have your ribs stuck in your heart, and the doctors in the hospital tell you "watch Marci X or no surgery" tell them to kiss your butt, because it's less painful. Believe me. And if you get abducted by aliens and they "watch Marci X or it's probin' time" tell them to watch it themselves, cause it's the worst thing you could wish for somebody.

You DON'T want to see this tasteless, mindless, pointless, substanceless piece of s**t.

since i was fortunate enough to avoid both gigli and from justin to kelly, i thought i would be able to go all summer without seeing how truly horrible some of the movies are that hollywood continues to churn out each week, but then i saw marci x.

while obviously this one wasn't going to win any oscars, i thought it would at least be somewhat humorous, but i couldn't have been more wrong. while i realize that writer paul rudnick was trying to parody a few other things/people throughout the story, this film is choked full of more stereotypes than i cared to count. the story line was ridiculously stupid and the acting was mediocre at best. i was honestly ready to walk out less than 15 minutes into the film.

overall, the most laughs my friends and i got out of this movie was making fun of how bad it was, after it was over.

if there are any questions about why hollywood isn't making any money, movies like this are your answer.