Behind the Candelabra on HBO.
Directed by Steven Soderbergh (sex, lies and videotape, Oceans 11-47), it is a throw everything at the wall to see what sticks kind of "movie".
Actually, it was allegedly supposed to be a theatrical release, but Soderbergh said no one would touch it because it was "too gay".
Oh, it has over-the-top homoness, but let's be honest, it has a very very very limited audience who'd shell out $12 to see it - and I'm not one of them. Not for $12, that's for sure. And the subject matter wasn't that interesting either.
Liberace was a little before my time. Sure I'd see him when my mother watched Merv Griffin ("oooh....we'll be right back), but his music and fashion style was not mine. Even all the times I was in Vegas, I resisted going to his museum.
It doesn't help that I find Michael Douglas creepy without the lisp, sequins and rings. Adding man-on-man action wasn't helping at all. Nor was an iffy script.
I get that the script was based on Scott Thorson's book, but there was no real depth to what Liberace was hiding and how. It was a fluff piece. Not a fluffer.
Matt Damon was ok. Dan Akroyd was, well Dan Akroyd.....my least favourite Ghostbuster.
The best part for me was Rob Lowe.
OMG - he was pure genius as Liberace's plastic surgeon. You kind of recognize the voice moments before you figure out who he is. His performance is disturbing, hilarious, and yes, genius.
As for the rest of the story, I found myself caring less and less about the main characters as the show dragged on.
I found Candelabra to be lightweight / throwaway television. A show barely worthy of HBO and certainly not theater caliber.
Sure the show is "gay", but not sure it's "too gay", Again, I wouldn't see it being a draw for the general public. I don't think anyone really cares. I would think that Liberace's core audience has long stopped going to the movies.
Allegedly, this was to be Soderberg's directorial finale. He might want to consider going out on a higher note.
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