Some critics devote themselves to the work of Kubrick; others prostrate themselves before the altar of sculptor in time Andrei Tarkovsky. This critic is making a point of revisiting the work of Kim Cattrall, and where else should one look for inspiration than 1987’s hit Mannequin? Probably best known for featuring the ubiquitous Albert Hammond-penned song Nothing’s Going To Stop Us Now by Starship, Mannequin’s reputation has fallen into disrepair, and that may well be because it’s a load of old cobblers.
Michael Gottlieb’s film feels like two ideas got smooshed together in a script meeting. We start in Ancient Egypt, where the woke Emmy (Cattrall) hides from an arranged marriage in a pyramid and wishes for some kind of salvation. An animated credits sequence suggests Emmy then lives through the centuries, Forrest Gump-style, hanging with Christopher Columbus and other historical figures, before turning up as a possessed mannequin in a Philadelphia department store and inspiring window-dresser Jonathan (Andrew McCarthy) to greatest feats of, erm, window-dressing.
Cattrall’s talents were better used elsewhere, but Mannequin’s sole suit is her generally genial performance. GW Bailey trades on his Police Academy notoriety as a store detective with a dog called Rambo, and that’s your lot for social-political commentary. There’s genuinely hideous support from James Spader as a bespectacled bean-counter and Meshach Taylor as Hollywood Melrose, in a performance so aggressively camp that even the world’s most flamboyant window-dresser might think him over the top.
With montage following on from montage, but never featuring the song you came to hear, Mannequin is about as airy-fairy a concept as might be imagined, and never uncrosses the wires of the central idea. If Emmy is an ancient Egyptian, why does she have such a keen understanding and vocabulary to describe trends that a Philadelphia department store might follow in 1987? It’s only one of a number of Sphinx-like riddles that Mannequin poses, questions which left this reviewer searching for answers, sense and something better to watch.
Felt no need to go see this at the time and certainly none now.
Is the correct answer, it’s a world of pain.
What would a load of new cobblers be like?
Good question. At least it would be up to date.
Well, I like peach cobbler, does that count?
Nope.
What have you got against peach cobbler?
Comment withdrawn due to red card.
Again we coincide with review material, except that my obsession was more McCarthy driven… https://weegiemidget.wordpress.com/random-real-stuff/starring/5-amccarthy/
My nephew helped him find his luggage at Glasgow Airport.
When was that? Long but relevant story I might DM you with??
Sadly, that’s all the info I have! It was 20 years ago! He didn’t have a mannequin with him…
Ah.. thanks. Maybe that’s why he was anxious to find his suitcase..
Maybe window dressing is still his thing…
Can you check your spam folder, added a comment to your Highlander post and its disappeared
Nothing in my spam folder, but have got a comment! Is there a second one? Comments, not Highlander movies, I mean, I saw the second one at the cinema and still haven’t recovered….
No more comments..yet. Was the first one that disappeared then reappeared. Just how bad is the second Highlander film?
So bad it’s incredible!
Haha I remember this, definitely an AFAC, and quite bonkers and I wasn’t that keen on the song.
In other news, I was horrified to find out on Booky’s blog yesterday there that he and Otsy, (now known as Otsky Trotsky apparently ) have joined forces, invented a new communism, and banished you, me and Alex to Australia. A sad day for the WP4.
FAKE NEWS!
Totally fake news. We’re banishing you somewhere else, just haven’t decided….
OK. How about Tuscany?
My Comrade and I will take that into consideration. But no promises!
Grazie amico mio, my bags are packed and I await the airplane ticket!
This is fake news to distract and deflect from Alex and Otizie being banned from polite society because they’re horrid.
I hear Minsk is lovely this time of year….
Ooh yes! It has a fascinating history from 1065 to the present day, and some fabulous places to photograph! Excited now!
Hey, on a completely side note, I just noted your gravatar is back to Jessie. A different version this time. Freshening things up?
Keeping you all on your toes. 😁
Well, it seems to be working 🙂
You have zero authority, Bunty!
Our Remit knows no boundaries, no allegiances, no loyalty except to Our Fair(er) Share….
Tumbleweed. Accept your punishment.
Ahhh, Comrade Tumbleweed it is then!
The harder they come…
….. the cobblier they are!
Good choice. Nice to be under the Tuscan sun…
Where? I’d like to see you try…
That’s a secret, not for non-Booksheviks to know about.
Thankfully, Comrade, it is easy to remedy that situation. Just talk to Comrade Otsy Trotsky and he’ll hook you up….
Right, red cards for you both.
Booksheviks can’t be red carded. It’s against our religion. So if you redcard us that’s religious intolerance.
Ha. I can bs with the best of them….
Red card for argument.
Are you going to make me pull out the “B” card?
It’s not my birthday.
Ahhh, you’re no real Bookshevik then. I have seen the error of your ways….
Right, so you, Ebeneezer and DJ Otzi can have your own little clubhouse. Let me know when you finish building your fort out of cushions.
Cushion forts are so yesterday. Get with the program Comrade Tumbleweed….
Right, cards issued, justice done, name in book, whistle blown, order restored.
See, “name in book”. I knew you were secretly an undercover Bookshevikist. Don’t worry, I won’t tell a soul….
It’s a historic moment for the WP4. The red carding of Bookstodge. He’s off!
This is one darker orange card that I’ll gladly wear.
I’m practically the First Martyr of Bookshevikism….
As if I would leave you alone, got a little friend for you. ( says Candyman five times)
Fantastic! Now I don’t have to go to work tomorrow.
However can I thank you?
No need, can’t believe you fell for that old Candyman thing! hahaha….wait, who’s that at the door, I didn’t order anything….aaaaaaaagggghhhh!
hahahaha. And you thought trying to ban Bookshevikism didn’t have any consequences!
Candyman is our Number One Enforcer.
pwok….head rolls out into street….
Mine, or yours?
…gurgles…
Fake news! Under whose authority?
Apparently the King of Australia (Booky) and The King of Columbia (Otsky Trotsky). Spurious I know, but I’ll take a free trip to Tuscany from any wannabe Royalty peeps.
All that is required is that once you’re done pillaging and plundering the place, you send us Our Fair(er) Share.
Easy peasy…..
I’m far too old to plunder and pillage, I like my stuff delivered. Preferably by a well oiled Chris Hemsworth lookalike wearing a Tarzan thong and not much else.
Stand-in Pillagers and Plunderers are just fine according to the Tenants of Bookshevikism. What they look like is completely up to you. Maybe Alex can rustle up a couple of Hemsworth lookalikes for you? Dix definitely should be able to, but I’m not sure he’s on board for this whole Exile and Pillage&Plunder thing just yet. I’m working tirelessly to convert him though.
(I write this comment with fear and trembling, as I may be banned at any moment. But I do it anyway, for My Fair(er) Share!
and the Motherland of course. Can’t forget about that.)
I can’t believe it’s come to this! The WP4 split asunder! I’m blaming Otsky Trotsky, before he turned up we were all off on tour on the love ship! Alex had gold spangled swim trunks and Dix was doing the whiskey and haggis! Ah them wer’t days!
Yep, I remember them like they were only last month
😉
The Beatles split. Abba didn’t release anything for 40 years. It’s hard to have a group of magical creatives stay together…