johnke.meModern Romance
I’ve said before that Albert Brooks doesn’t really do it for me, and I spent most of the first half of Modern Romance thinking about how such a self-indulgent film got a cinematic release in 1981 when it feels like even Netflix would have passed on it today. But then, weirdly, I found myself being won over by the second half? The scene in the mixing studio felt like a breath of fresh air, letting the audience know that maybe Robert Cole isn’t supposed to be seen as a sympathetic character. “I dunno, space floor?” had me wheezing.