Broeske begins to sound more and more like the Pretentious Prince himself (Roderick Mann). Insider's tidbits and muckraking a la Upton Sinclair should not be predetermining the fates of fine films such as "Ishtar." Broeske's catty style and gossipy digs are inappropriate and childish.
Since when has a film's price-tag determined its quality? Since when does the acceptance of a film by Middle America determine its critical merit? Since when do professional journalists get away with comparing the work of proven masters in the industry like May, Beatty and Hoffman with that of trendy newcomers like Eddie Murphy? Since when does a film with thoughtfulness and depth of character sell in America?
Compare away, Broeske. History will prove that "Ishtar" is a film of quality, class and touching humor.