When Sandra Bullock causes me to write run-on sentences
Yes, this is a jerk movie; and Sandra, although talented, capable, attractive and desirable, has made a career out of playing ugly, annoying or ill-mannered types who are often punished into submission. Look over her body of work and try to find one film where there wasn’t something mentally or physically off about the people she’s played and the road they take. Forget the temptation to blame agents, writers or directors; she’s got the clout to be her own producer and oversee her films down to the last frame. In the case of All About Steve, she does a burlesque on Anne Baxter’s Eve in All About Eve (1950), transforming her from ruthless ladder-climber into a nervous chatterbox stalker/predator in red plastic boots bent on hooking up with an unsuspecting schlub played by Bradley Cooper, with Thomas Haden Church as yet another clown in an ill-advised side-story, reminding me that Jerry’s co-star in Don’t Raise the Bridge… was Terry-Thomas, who was often funnier than Jerry just as Mr. Church can be in relation to Ms. Bullock. This is a very strange mix and an equally strange movie, and I found myself looking deep and hard at the screen for nearly all of its 99 minutes, bewildered by the directions it took. Just like in the old days with Jerry.