24 August 2004 | arisheinwald
Perhaps the worst director on the planet?
I find nothing more baffling than the "success" of Amos Kollek. I put success in quotations because it's in relative terms - Thankfully unknown in the US (and best known in his home country for being the son of someone), he appears to have developed a following in France and perhaps Germany as well.
They seem to find something endearing about his low-budget indie features that begin with 1997's SUE. A quick glance at Kollek's filmography makes one realize that he was, at that point, a B-movie filmmaker whose career was going nowhere when he decided to jump on the indie bandwagon about a half decade too late and take his own stab at no-budget "gritty" indie films set in New York. I actually happened to see his first film, 1985's GOODBYE, NEW YORK - a horrible stab at comedy that makes most Israeli films from the 80's look good in comparison (a feat in and of itself).
QUEENIE IN LOVE is horrendously written, incompetently filmed, and badly acted. The plot setup is a middle-aged man's fantasy (here's to you, Kollek) and the way it plays out is even worse. Kollek shows no understanding of the New York milieu he films in yet Europeans praise his films for their local authenticity.
Many things can be said about the slightly bizarre taste of the French. But at least Jerry Lewis had some deranged talent. And Mickey Rourke? Well, he's Mickey Rourke. But Amos Kollek? You have to be kidding me.