What’s not to love about a score that fills nearly half its running time with diverse versions of Rodgers and Hart’s “My Funny Valentine”? Elvis Costello, Chet Baker (sublime), The Kronos Quartet and pianist Marvin Laird all saunter down its plush chandeliered corridors, its tree-lined boulevards, its narcoleptic nooks and crannies. No less a figure than Van Dyke Parks fills up the residual squares and piazzas, and there’s even a waft of Julee Cruise (and a shiver of Saint-Saens and Bach) to gratify those desiring even loftier highs. Sadly, all this comes from arguably the doziest movie Robert Altman’s ever made.
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