Picks and Pans Review: Naked in New York
With Martin Scorsese serving as executive producer, this first full-length film by director Dan Algrant can at least boast an eccentric cast and some odd cameo appearances, including William Styron as himself and Whoopi Goldberg as a stone-carved face in a frieze outside a Manhattan theater. No, I am not floating on a sea of martinis.
Woody Allen's Annie Hall also puts in an oblique appearance, since much of Naked is about a young, urban, jokily intense kind of guy (Stolz) and his collapsing relationship with a WASPy, spacey photographer (Parker) while he pursues a playwriting career. In fact what is oddest about this odd little coming-of-age movie—other than a fantasy sequence featuring Clayburgh, Curtis and a mariachi band on a flatbed truck—is that it should feel so awfully dated. Reality Bites was pretty dumb, but you could still argue that it reflected the same culture that produced Kurt Cobain. Naked in New York feels more like—Elton John? ABBA? Neil Young? Who knows? (R)