24 April 2007 | justincward
Like Mel Brooks doing Bollywood
'Wonderful Life' has its moments. Moments when you feel you can close your gaping mouth and swallow. The rest of the time you are just blown away by the arrogance of the people who thought this qualified as entertainment in any way shape or form, by the stupidity of the people who put up the money - which looks to have been an awful lot - and by the tragedy of how this pile of undercooked nostalgia was the best the mainstream British film industry could be bothered to come up with at the time. Oh, and never mind the complete ego trip of Cliff, comparing himself to every mainstream film icon from Chaplin to Sean Connery - there's even a creepy bit where he is smooching Susan Hampshire in a bikini (pre-nose job, much nicer) and his hand wanders down to her lap, then his fly...no, it's a tiny gun on his key fob! Eee-Yeww! An honourable mention for Una Stubbs looking older than she does now and baring more midriff than Madonna, and the rest of it is rubbish songs ('On The Beach' is the best of a woeful bunch), bizarre choreography, school play acting, weedy singing, useless dubbing, faulty colour grading, you get the idea - presumably this was part of Cliff's plan to 'crack' the US market, but to me it's a rival to 'Take Me High' as something you want erased from your memory as soon a possible. And TMH was funny. NOT so bad it's good. So bad it's infuriating.