As the title of this blog post might suggest, this is not even remotely a "review." I would put some work into one of those.
Queen Bees had an almost absurd amount of high-price talent for what was in essence a silly movie.
It was not a bad way to spend two hours, but there are many movies of which that can be said.
Yet for a movie that unites Ellen Burstyn, Jane Curtin, Ann Margret, and James Caan (a Corleone, for Gawd's sake) the movie seems meandering and uninspired.
The studio must have put out an awful lot of cash to make this forgettable piece of fluff.
That said, it was good to see Jane Curtin again. Those of us of a certain age will always think first, when her name comes up, of those memorable arguments SNL in its golden age staged between her and Dan Ackroyd that mimicked the point/counterpoint format Sixty Minutes was then using.
In honor of the good old days, it is THAT Jane Curtin, not the Queen Bees' Jane Curtin, you see above.
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