Bullets Over Broadway

Synopsis: 1920s Broadway. Playwright David Shayne considers himself an artist, and surrounds himself with like minded people, most struggling financially as they create art for themselves, not the masses. David, however, believes the failure of his first two plays was because he gave up creative control to other people who didn't understand the material. As such, he wants to direct his just completed third play, "God of Our Fathers", insider scuttlebutt being that it may very well make David the toast of Broadway. With David having no directing history, David's regular producer, Julian Marx, can't find any investors,... until a single investor who will finance the entire production comes onto the scene. He is Nick Valenti, a big time mobster, with the catch being that his dimwitted girlfriend, non-actress Olive Neal, get the lead role. A hesitant David and Julian, who are able to talk Nick into them giving Olive one of the two female supporting roles instead, go along with the scheme hoping that

Genre: Comedy, Crime

Director(s): Woody Allen

Actors: John Cusack, Dianne Wiest, Jennifer Tilly, Chazz Palminteri

Production: Miramax Films

Won 1 Oscar. Another 20 wins & 23 nominations.


IMDB:: 7.5
Rotten Tomatoes:: 97%

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: R
Year:: 1994
: 98 min
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[ Applause ]
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Toot-Toot-Tootsie good-bye
Toot-Toot-Tootsie don't cry
The little choo-choo train
that takes me
Away from you, You don't know
just how sad it makes me
Kiss me Tootsie and then
Do it over again
Watch for the mail I'll never fail
If you don't get a letter then
you know I'm in jail Hey, hey
Don't cry, Tootsie Don't cry
Kiss me, Tootsie Good-bye
#[ Whistling ]
Get hot Don't cry, Tootsie Don't cry
Good-bye, Tootsie Oh, good-bye#
I'm an artist, and I won't change
a word of my play...
to pander to some commercial
Broadway audience!
I'm not arguing with you!
Do you see me arguing?
Your play is great as is. It's real.
It makes a point. It's confrontational.
- Then why won't you produce it?
- Because I cannot afford
another failure.
- David, the play's too heavy.
- But not everybody writes to distract.
- [ Groans ]
- It's the theater's duty
not just to entertain...
- but to transform men's souls.
- Oh, come on.
You're not at one of your sidewalk cafes
in Greenwich Village. This is Broadway.
- You said you believed in my play!
- What do you want me to say?
I'm tapped out. Maybe if we got some
big-time director interested...
- I could scare up backers--
- No, no, no. I'm directing this play.
Ohh, will you listen to this guy?
Where's your track record?
I won't see my work mangled again.
I've been through this twice before.
Two powerful scripts,
could have been tremendous successes...
and I had to watch actors change
my dialogue and directors
misinterpret everything!
I know. I know.
You're an artist.
Let me tell you, kid, that's the
real world out there, and it's
a lot rougher than you think.
Ma
He's makin' eyes at me
Ma
He's awful nice to me
Ma, he's almost
breakin' my heart
What are you waitin' for?
Kill them!
Come on. Let's go
get somethin' to eat.
- I feel like eatin' ribs.
- That's a good idea.
I gotta go shoot crap at Tommy's. He's
got a game at the Ansonia. I gotta go.
Somebody's got to let
Mr. Valenti know what's going on.
He's at the Three Deuces.
- Why don't you go tell him?
- I promised Bobby Doyle.
I can't do nothin'.
- I gotta shoot a game.
- What's a matter, Cheech? Don't
you wanna baby-sit his girl?
His girlfriend's
a pain in my ass.
You gotta see Mama
every night
Or you can't see Mama
at all
You gotta kiss Mama
Treat her right
Or she won't be home
when you call
Now if you want
my company
- Here, doll, take care of this hat.
- You can't fifty-fifty me
- Mr. V. here?
- Yeah, right this way.
-Nice crowd.
-Yeah, we're packin' 'em in every night.
- Right here.
- Monday night I sat alone
Tuesday night
you didn't phone
Wednesday night
you didn't call
- Done.
- Now that's a load
off my mind. How many?
- Four.
- This means we ain't heard the last.
You know Kustabeck's gonna have a fit,
but he'll run scared.
- Maybe.
- Listen, a deal's a deal.
- We got midtown. I mean, eh...
Mr. Valenti does.
- [ Whistling ]
I don't want that kind
of a sheik
Who does his sheiking
once a week
You gotta see Mama
every night
Or you can't see
You can't see Mama
at all
Not at all.
[ Applause ]
I'm fed up!
I'm fed up, do you hear me?
You can push your torpedoes around all
you want, but I've had it up to here!
- What is it now?
- I am not sharing a dressing room.
I am tired of getting
bumped into and stepped on.
None of these bimbos knows how to dance.
- Bimbos!
- They're the best line in New York.
- Bullshit! Bullshit!
- Oh, knock it off.
- Hey, clam up over there.
Olive, come on.
- What?
- Olive, it's our anniversary.
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