Will there ever again be a movie wherein Eddie Murphy only plays one role?

Bowfinger suffers from the curse of most movies these days: forgetability.

I laughed at some moments; the story wasn’t stupid; the writing was fine. But that’s about it. In six months I won’t remember what exactly happened in the movie and I’ll suppress the fleeting urge to rent it.

Actually some really weird, funny things happen in the movie but somehow, it doesn’t click. If Bowfinger had been made by the guys who made Rushmore and Bottle Rocket and starred a bunch of nobodys and Bill Murray, it would be hilarious.

Steve Martin, whom I love, wrote a funny movie, but with him and Eddie Murphy it just doesn’t work right.

I’d give it a ‘not as bad as it could have been’ rating.
Shitloads better than dumb and dumber.
Not as good as l.a. story or roxanne.