America's movie
runs too long
w/o intermission.
Miscast and over budget.
A loosely scripted, noir tangle
w/an adorable heroine
the crowd cheers on.
Quirky. Cute. A boyish do
in Sixties' clothing w/a belligerent streak
she's nurtured since Vinegar Hill
keeping the pot on boil.
It's not a thriller, per se
nor fairy tale. Nor is it parody
for parody's sake.
It's like watching Gidget
go astray: Come home.
Turn color. Run for office.
Stab her husband
w/a corkscrew. Plead sincerely
then write a book.
It's like watching ants cluster
and go to war. Go to war.
Like watching ants cluster
and go to war.
Mike Jurkovic