There’s a cameo appearance by some celebrity I didn’t recognize as John and Jeremy’s mentor in the art of crashing weddings. (I know he’s a celebrity because Brian Lowry described him as such in his Variety review, while remaining Karl Roveâ€“like in not actually providing his name.)
We’re never ones to be Karl Rove-like, and we don’t think we’re spoiling anything when we say that the celebrity in question is Will Ferrell. Sarris is 76, and we wouldn’t expect him to remain au courant with all the details of pop culture (a full-time gig nowadays, and you’d be smart to specialize off the bat if you really want to get somewhere) but we have to wonder how it feels, having once been so soaked in every nuance of cinema, to sit in a theater among a crowd already howling from the mere sight of Ferrell emerging from the shadows, and to have no idea who he is.
Even better is when he gets to "The Beat That My Heart Skipped," and shares this tidbit:
Now I’m confronted by a French film based on an American originalâ€”one I singularly loathed when I saw it back in 1978. To explain why, I must confess a hyper-auteurist lack of objectivity when it came to Mr. Toback‘s first feature.
Some time before its releaseâ€”I can’t remember the exact yearâ€”I was attending a critics’ shindig when a youngish stranger came up to me, introduced himself and declared that he wanted to cast me as the lead in a movie he was making. This was bizarre enough, given my admittedly non-movie-star-like appearanceâ€”but when he added that his choice was between Pauline Kael and me, it was clear that he was putting me on. Needless to say, it was Mr. Toback. I was not amused, especially since he was hardly the first stranger in that turbulent period who had approached me venomously on behalf of Pauline. In some quarters, the war that began in the 60’s is still raging, but I have long since taken a more detached view of Mr. Toback.