Get the yiddish out of your gumbo. You're like a detective from a dime novel. A crab in the pool signals to the tropical storm on its way. The banana peel on the western front is dew on the dogwood tree.
City Hall (1996) is a magnificent mess, and nowhere near as charming as True Colors. Another centrist political narrative, wrapped fifteen times over by its four different screenwriters, City Hall struggles to say anything at all. We have hard discussions about the nature of irony, and just how tainted we've become watching these movies.
