Valentines Day is over!
"Autofocus" is the 2002 movie about the murder of 1960s Sitcom Star and and sex addict Bob Crane. Ebert and Roeper liked it, but I always think about the great documentary they could have made for a tenth of the money, and it irks me. This silly (but awesomely silly) fantasy scene, right out of an old episode of thirtysomething, is a great example of why docudramas are generally a pile of shit.
The ending is lame, by the way. John Carpenter (played by Willem Dafoe) was acquitted of Crane's murder, so the film can't really finger him, but it does anyway, in a candyass way, since if Carpenter isn't the perp, the last two hours have been completely irrelevant. Plus Crane sort of suggests that Carpenter was the guy in one of those beyond-the-grave voiceovers that seemed pretty edgy when William Holden did it sixty years ago in Sunset Boulevard.
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