Scott Marks 12:30 p.m., July 26
- Rated R | 2 hours, 3 minutes
Peter Bogdanovich's shapeless compression of Larry McMurtry's off-the-rack sequel. Supposedly thirty years have passed since the events in The Last Picture Show, though the actors have in reality endured the passage of just nineteen, and Cybill Shepherd in particular is not disposed to try to look older than she actually is. Not much in the way of roles has been scrounged up for Timothy Bottoms, Cloris Leachman, Eileen Brennan, or Randy Quaid; and the most valuable players in the original ensemble, Ben Johnson and Ellen Burstyn, got themselves killed off in the original and in the interim, respectively. Worst, Bogdanovich has found no up-to-date parallel for the black-and-white nostalgia of the first installment. The color in the sequel, looking strangely over-roasted, is evocative of nothing so much as bad process shots circa 1964. And the new mood, the dominant mood, is Deep South burlesque, bottom-drawer Beth Henley or maybe even Al Capp, escalating (or descending, rather) to a climactic egg fight at the town's centennial. Bogdanovich always has been an imitative filmmaker, and a sense of humor is the hardest human faculty to imitate. With Jeff Bridges and Annie Potts. 1990.