It starts off bad enough. As the credits announce the four writer/directors (Allison Anders, Alexandre Rockwell, Robert Rodriguez, and Quentin Tarantino), a cartoon sequence plays over them, in the tradition of cinematic masterpieces like Mannequin. This sets the stage: New Year's Eve at Hollywood's Mon Signor Hotel and only one bellhop (Tim Roth), and believe me, it's a rillyrilly wacky place. The film then launches into the first of four 30ish-minute shorts, one by each director.
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It's silly -- in fact, it's unbelievably silly -- to the point where some of the film's more absurd one-liners might make you giggle. Sure there are points where it gets awful: the hoedown where a hillbilly band sings a song about the legendary worm that once terrorized the area (complete with people in a snake costume which Grant slices in half) is a lowlight. The "special effects" -- which use cardboard overlays under which actual action takes place -- are worthy of the 1950s.
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There's already an Oscars buzz surrounding this movie.