This is a movie that could have been a campy soupy mess but this turned out to be an ooey gooey s’more. The kind that are crispy on the edges, tasty and probably a little bad for you. Soderbergh excels at these type of movies. With fun, camp and a luxurious sheen to them. He doesn’t take it too far but allows the material to play.
Michael Douglas and Matt Damon were both great in this movie. Douglas verged on a bit more on the camp, however he was Liberace. He was the crusty marshmallow that held this movie together. A marshmallow that is encrusted in a shit-ton of crystals. Oh the crystals.
Things I learned from the movie:
-There are many things I am lacking in my life: glittered suits, sparkly pianos, houseboys
-If you take on a younger lovah-boy then you need to keep them busy at all times otherwise they do the drugs. And not the cheap ones either. Seriously I saw the hair, no cans of hairspray to huff? It must be abundant in that place.
-Worst time to be at the Liberace palace – any time the sun is directly shining into the house. 2nd worst time: when the bitch fights are on.
-I need a hot tub or tub that is huge enough for two people. This seems the best way to entertain. With Champagne. It will be my famous bubbles and bubbles parties.
-Matt Damon isn’t an ugly shunt in the least but they made him extra pretty in this movie.
-While they made Rob Lowe look like he may have accidentally thought he was auditioning for Vulcan #2 in the Star Trek movie.
-Ricky got to fuck Lucy in the ass because he was the bandleader after-all. TMYK
-As outlandish the Liberace lifestyle was, I am kind of envious of it. I see a trip to Michaels in the future for a bucket of crystals and some glue guns. Finger burns be damned , Iz sparkling everything. Thugcat better move fast.