#robert klane

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Weekend at Bernie's II (1993)

In all of cinema, no sequel can possibly be as contrived as Weekend at Bernie’s II. I’ve got to credit writer/director Robert Klane for having the audacity to make this film. The man must be a limbo world-record holder for his ability to bend over backwards and make things happen when everything in the universe points to it being impossible.

With the deceased CEO Bernie Lomax (Terry Kiser) finally declared dead and the embezzling he did before his passing revealed to the company, Larry Wilson (Andrew McCarthy) and Richard Parker (Jonathan Silverman) expect a reward. Instead, they’re accused of being his accomplices and fired - if they weren't in on the scam, why were they partying all weekend-long with his corpse? When they get a hold of the key to Bernie’s safe deposit box, the two decide to “get even” and take the money they’ve been accused of stealing from the bank in St. Thomas, U.S. Virgin Islands. One problem remains. How is Bernie supposed to sign over its contents if he’s dead? The solution is to steal his corpse from the morgue and fool everyone - once more - into believing he's alive. Things get complicated when voodoo queen Moby (Novella Nelson) and her henchmen (Steve James and Tom Wright) re-animate Bernie as a zombie!

From my synopsis, I think you might see how convoluted a plot we’ve got. The first movie was a stretch. This one straight-up introduces magic into the mix. I usually try to give movies several feet of slack when it comes to the premise. “Do you want a movie, or not?” is what I ask myself. Weekend at Bernie's II takes it too far. There are way, way too many things that "just happen" for this to work.

Larry and Richie must be surrounded by idiots for them to get a corpse through the airport. They must be extraordinarily lucky for the onlookers not to notice the body getting less fresh each day. The henchmen who steal the corpse only to lose it later prove destiny is on the boys' side, etc. That’s fine. If there’s one genre that can skip on the logic, it’s a comedy. Unfortunately, stupidity in this amount proves too much. I knew this movie wasn’t going to be good from the title but I went with it for far longer than I should’ve, partially to see just how entangled things would get. In addition to our loser heroes having to decipher where Bernie left his money, they’re being pursued by the voodoo trio and they're being pursued by the company's internal investigator (Barry Bostwick). There’s basically three plots going on, and then this whole other thing too. See, Bernie is dead but he’s also alive. He’s been brought back as a zombie… but all he can do is dance when he hears music. This way he can randomly get up and walk away from the people trying to hang onto him. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any loonier, right?

I don’t mind when a movie is dumb. Where I draw the line is when it thinks I’m dumb. At one point, Larry and Richie have Bernie. Now they’ve got to get to the bank. But how will they get the deadhead to sign the papers he needs to? Their solution is so awful it’s insulting. First, they bandage up his head as if he’s got a toothache - this explains why he can’t talk. Then, they put him in an oversized trench coat. With Richie on the left and Larry on the right, each of them pretends to be Bernie’s hands. How does the bank clerk not catch onto the ruse? Bernie’s right hand is on the left, and his left on the right! It would be more believable if they cut off the man’s head, stuck it on top of theirs and then covered the whole thing up with a coat “=Reanimator style!

I didn’t even get to the romantic subplot between Larry and Virgin Island native Claudia (Troy Beyer). You NEVER cheer for them to get together. Larry is way too much of a creep. As for her, she's an afterthought; just a way to get necessary exposition out of the way and/or separate the boys so Bernie can get loose. The male leads have no charisma, which means Terry Kiser winds up being the best actor in the entire thing despite having no dialogue and spending most of his scenes flopping around. When he gets up to dance, he does it with a lot of enthusiasm. You can’t say he isn’t a professional. I must admit to also having a soft spot for him ever since his role in Tammy and the T-Rex.

Weekend at Bernie’s II is as bad as it sounds. Maybe even worse. I do take a certain pride in having seen it, however. Though it’s rarely funny and often frustrating, badly written and an insult to screenwriting, it is a lot of fun to talk about. (On VHS, May 12, 2021)

[rwpohl]

thank god it's friday, robert klane 1978

[greensparty]

Remembering Robert Klane 1941-2023

Screenwriter and director Robert Klane has died at 81. Among the highlights he wrote included Carl Reiner's wickedly funny Where's Poppa? (based on his own novel), co-writing with John Hughes National Lampoon's European Vacation arguably the best Vacation movie, and the wacky dead guy comedy Weekend at Bernie's. And he unfortunately wrote and directed the lesser sequel Weekend at Bernie's II.

The link above is the obit from Variety.

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Where's Poppa https://bit.ly/3EvtKQf Running on the same fuel as the UK comedy Steptoe and Son (or the US version of it Sanford and Son), Where’s Poppa is the story of a would-be suave, would-be lothario constantly being thwarted by his aged parent. George Segal plays the New York guy keen to spread his wild oats. Ruth Gordon is the insufferable mother he shares an apartment with, a woman who’s gone senile, or is maybe just making out she’s senile the better to thwart any chance of happiness for her son. It’s a loose-cannon story tracking the efforts of Gordon (Segal) to introduce a new nurse, Louise (Trish Van Devere) into the household, his mother having chased … Read more

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From MASH Matters Podcast over on Facebook

We solemnly salute the members of the M*A*S*H family who left us in 2023:

• Eileen Saki - Our beloved Rosie

• Burt Young- Lieutenant Willis in “L.I.P.”

• Michael Lerner - Captain Futterman in “For Want of a Boot”

• Carol Locatell - Nurse Gaynor in “The Nurses”

• Earl Boen - Major Hatch in "Heroes"

• Judy Farrell - Nurse Abel in eight episodes (and once married to Mike Farrell)

• Robert Klane - wrote six episodes including “Requiem for a Lightweight” and "The Consultant"

• Hal Dresner - writer of "I Hate a Mystery" & "Edwina"

[ridenwithbiden]

At The SKYLINE Movie Theatre in Downtown Cincinnati

Where We Saw “The ROCKY HORROR Picture Show”, too.

With My Foster Father, and Gay, and Straight, Foster Brothers. 

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CALIFICACIÓN PERSONAL: 6 / 10

Título Original: The Man With One Red Shoe

Año: 1985

Duración: 86 min

País: Estados Unidos

Dirección: Stan Dragoti

Guion: Robert Klane. Remake: Francis Veber, Yves Robert

Música: Thomas Newman

Fotografía: Richard H. Kline

Reparto: Tom Hanks, Lori Singer, Dabney Coleman, Charles Durning, Carrie Fisher, etc

Productora: 20th Century Fox

Género: Comedy; Thriller

TRAILER:

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Antonio Velardo shares: Robert Klane, Writer of ‘Weekend at Bernie’s,’ Dies at 81 by Richard Sandomir

By Richard Sandomir He also adapted his best-known novel, “Where’s Poppa?,” into the script for a raw Carl Reiner comedy and directed the disco movie “Thank God It’s Friday.” Published: September 20, 2023 at 11:23AM from NYT Movies https://ift.tt/tbaCrNY via IFTTT

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Refilmagem do clássico "Odeio-te Meu Amor", escrito e dirigido por Preston Sturges em 1948. Nessa segunda versão, o roteiro assinado por Valerie Curtin, Barry Levinson e Robert Klane dá lugar à comédia mais pura e simples. Moore, melhor pianista e compositor do que atuando, é o maestro que passa a desconfiar que a mulher (Kinski) o está traindo e tenta armar um plano para matá-la.

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[adamwatchesmovies]

Weekend at Bernie’s (1989)

I don’t believe in bad premises, only bad executions. Weekend at Bernie’s is inherently memorable thanks to its wacky concept. Too bad it's wasted on a largely routine plot. Someone could've made this work.

When low-level employees Larry (Andrew McCarthy) and Richard (Jonathan Silverman) discover some unusual financial discrepancies at their job, they bring it to the attention of CEO Bernie Lomax (Terry Kiser). He’s pleased by their work and invites them to spend the weekend at his Hamptons island beach house. They don’t know he’s the one embezzling money and that he’s inviting them over to be killed. When the mob assassin Vito (Louis Giambalvo) kills Bernie instead, the two best friends have to keep all of his guests in the dark to keep the party going the whole weekend.

The premise is preposterous, but that doesn’t matter. If I can buy a fable in which an elderly black man helps a self-destructive nymphomaniac get her life back in order by chaining her to a radiator, I can believe anything. You’d happily ask for more dead body-related shenanigans if the jokes hit consistently. The film's best scenes have Larry tying strings to Bernie’s corpse and wheeling him around as if he’s still alive and kicking. Unfortunately, we spend a lot of time with Richard as he tries to impress his crush, Gwen (Catherine Mary Stewart). Who cares of this wet noodle can muster up the courage to talk to a girl? We came here for Bernie!

I suppose the romantic subplot is to prevent the single joke from overstaying its welcome. Well. If everyone knew the dead body thing couldn't fill out a whole movie, why make a movie out of it? Make it a subplot in a bigger, crazier story. Then writer Robert Klane might not have resorted to a girlfriend of Bernie’s having sex with his corpse and not noticing anything is amiss. It's more than impossible. It's embarrassing.

Weekend at Bernie’s has a neat gimmick that keeps you intrigued even through the scenes of cringe and desperation. Or maybe you're like me, and watching this so you can get to the sequel: Weekend at Bernie’s II. Considering Bernie is very dead by the time the credits roll, a follow-up sounds like a mathematical impossibility. My curiosity must be satisfied...

I assumed Weekend at Bernie's would be good because I knew of the second one. I know they make sequels to bad movies often but I imagined all of these wild things it would contain. I pictured this "once in a lifetime" kind of comedy that worked despite its nuttiness. Just like Air Bud, this left me disappointed. It’s largely generic, with a love plot that’s a waste of time and utterly forgettable lead characters who are not the least bit believable as friends. All Weekend at Bernie's has to offer are a few memorable jokes in an otherwise forgettable movie. (Televised version, March 15, 2018)

[robertjewell]

WEEKEND AT BERNIES | 1989 | ROBERT KLANE & TED KOTCHEFF

6.4

[anitosoul]

tripreport.014: Hot Spell

hot vibe summer 😎

Mid-century modern furniture (aesthetic)

Questlove – Summer of Soul (Film)

The Flower Shop (Bar)

Kimiko Kasai – Butterfly (Music Album)

Japanese Breakfast – Jubilee (Music Album)

Donna Summer (Music Artist)

George Clinton (Music Artist)

Japanese City Pop (Music Genre)

K-town Karaoke Rooms (Activity)

Frogs (Animal)

Ice cream (Food)

Hosting friends (Activity)

The Washington Square Park Fountain (Place)

Robert Klane – Thank God It’s Friday (Film)

Plants (Organism)

Paradise Garage (Disco club)

Sunsets after 8pm (Weather)

Walking around the city (Activity)

Hot Spell Tracklist A-Side

P-Funk All Stars – Pumpin’ It Up (Special Club Mix)

Tyler, The Creator, Lil’ Wayne – HOT WIND BLOWS (feat. Lil’ Wayne)

Donna Summer – Hot Stuff

Isaac Hayes – Hung Up On My Baby

Kool & The Gang – Summer Madness

Lorde – Solar Power

Crown Heights Affair – Music is the World

Jessie Ware – Hot N Heavy

Rufus & Chaka Khan – Any Love

Jamie xx, Romy – Loud Places

Hot Spell Tracklist B-Side

Gladys Knight & The Pips – Neither One Of Us (Wants to Be the First to Say Goodbye)

Kimiko Kasai, Herbie Hancock – I Thought It Was You

Japanese Breakfast – Kokomo, IN

Talking Heads – Once in a Lifetime

Jim-E Stack, Kacy Hill – Can We

Bootsy Collins – I’d Rather Be with You

The Gap Band – Outstanding

Bruno Mars – Calling All My Lovelies

Stevie Wonder – Never In Your Sun

Remi Wolf – Liz

The Strokes – Call It Fate, Call It Karma

After a long, long lockdown, tweets and memes about the impending “hot girl summer”, the reboot of the roaring ’20’s, etc. were abuzz. While I’m not quite sure if these hedonistic fantasies fully manifested into a real societal phenomenon, the month of June was frenzied nonetheless. I was back in the city, semblances of regular life were beginning again, and the sun seemed to hang in the sky unbothered, a limitless background to the bright potentialities everyone was anticipating. June was hot; it was impossible to step outside in anything more than shorts and a t-shirt. Walks around the city meant being consistently covered in a layer of sticky sweat and being okay with it. All of this melted into a boundless energy: June was the month of freedom.

It was the beginning of a new phase of life for me in a lot of ways: I was starting my new full-time job, my first “real” career move. I had my own apartment downtown and I was finally living out the visions that consistently dotted my mind throughout the beginning of the year. I could traverse the city without a care in the world, walking or biking around and seeing glimmering faces dining, shopping, socializing, or leisurely taking in the world around them as I was. I was spending a lot of effort getting my apartment set up, mood-boarding my life away and scouring various vintage furniture Instagram pages for the perfect mid-century cabinet. This urban independence pushed me to embody the ’70’s; I imagined myself wearing patterned button-down shirts, long hair flowing as I browsed vinyl records to take back and enjoy while lounging on my mustard-colored sofa before getting ready to go to the disco. I could imagine this ’70’s chic lifestyle because it was so easy to emulate in 2021–I did exactly what I described, the only difference was that I had a smartphone or whatever. 

Disco and Japanese city pop became the soundtrack to my city boppin’. Throughout the summer I hosted several of my closest friends, a privilege of having my own apartment. As tourists do, we fanned out and explored through multiple neighborhoods. I found that ’70’s disco, funk and soul music permeated the airwaves no matter where we were. Everyone seemed to be in on the same energy as me and they weren’t afraid to express it. 

One of my favorite moments was returning to Nowadays for their Mister Sunday party in the backyard for the first time in a year and a half. It was the second party of the season and it still wasn’t fully back, only being advertised via a link for people on their email list. The party just so happened to coincide with the week that several friends were visiting, and it was so special having all of my favorite people in one place: my oldest friends were there alongside new friends I had made since moving to NYC. The rest of the crowd felt like friends too, a chaotic but supportive community of people who were all there to have fun. This was the first time I wore a frog hat to Nowadays, and it became a signature look that lasted the rest of the year. 

Something clicked for me when I was on the dance floor that day. The sun was setting and rays of light were shining throughout the crowd; I was in front of the DJ booth, mesmerized by the analog equipment and vinyl records. I remember being in awe at the way the light reflected off the record, the sunshine and disco sounds blending into one. The dance floor was frenetic, and I looked back and saw all of my best friends smiling and having fun. It came together in a moment of ecstasy: this was the original energy, the crowd existing as a singular unit, each person feeding off of the good vibes of everyone else. It was the power of music. It was freedom.