This movie got the most murderous reviews possible in 1975, but I think time has been somewhat kind to it. It's by no means a total triumph, but it's fascinatingly eccentric enough to merit a peek. (And Madeline Kahn, as always, is a delight.) It remains unavailable on home video, but as of April 1, 2011, it can be seen via Netflix streaming.
At Long Last Love
Time Out saysEverybody hated Bogdanovich's homage, a trivial story slotted round some Cole Porter songs. It's an indulgent movie - Peter and Cybill having a lark with their friends - but it's also a neat parody of '30s musicals, with sets nodding to Van Nest Polglase, Hillerman taking the Eric Blore part with unerring restraint, Reynolds hamming away as if he's Cary Grant crossed with Muhammad Ali, the much-maligned Cybill Shepherd an icy honey-blonde in the Tracy Lord tradition (the Grace Kelly, not the Katharine Hepburn version). Better still, the brittle, clipped world of Porter's songs is perfectly evoked. It may be a movie we'll come back to later and find we all like it.