The film is seemingly afraid to do anything too extreme with the toys at its disposal.
The film, unlike some of the Farrelly brothers’ past work, is maudlin and banal.
Though flattering through and through, the film is ironically removed from the charms of the worshipped original.
The miniseries exists somewhere beyond the boundaries of normal taste, in a realm where sheer muchness is its own reward.
We might expect it to end on the performance, as each episode has until now, but Lynch throws us a curveball.
It’s accorded an uneven transfer that’s reliant on its cult’s relief that it’s available on Blu-ray at all.
Sigourney Weaver (as the thinking leg-man’s ideal woman) makes a pretty good case for the benefits of the elite class.
We’re past the tipping point where the faithfulness to the source material has unquestionably revealed its shortcomings.