ADMISSION

Unabashedly, if it weren’t for Sarah Palin I might not have known of Tina Fey, until her recent film career; spending most of my waking hours in darkened theatres, leaves skimpy, and extremely precious moments for television; admittedly, almost shamefully, I confess to never having seen “Saturday Night Live” or “30 Rock”; at this stage it is difficult to see Tina Fey without being reminded of the ex-vice- presidential contender.

Undoubtedly, Ms. Fey has numerable talents, scores of admirers and comedic genius; but “Admission” is bereft of her skills; hugely disappointing, catatonically boring, sinking rapidly from the sophomoric to the remedial level.  As an admissions officer at Princeton University (totally befuddled as to why Princeton would lend its name to this superficial sludge) “Portia”, (bludgeoning Shakespearian reference), (Ms. Fey), must separate the gifted from the gifted; so benign, bland, thinly depicted are the applicants, administrators, one has to wonder about the educational experience of all involved in the production of “Admission”.

The embryonic crux of the scenario; the purgatorial process, of getting a child, at any age, into a private school, could have been riveting fodder for film attendees; instead we are fed a pablum of pedestrian platitudes.

Cringingly embarrassing, is Lily Tomlin’s portrayal of Portia’s mother; a relic from Woodstock, Haight- Ashbury, proponent of free love, unaware of Portia’s father’s name.

Paul Rudd as “John” the head of an alternate high school; saves “Admission” from a starless obituary with a likeable, genuine performance of a man imbued with kindness, righteousness.

Ponderously exiting, knowing that “I wasted time, and now doth time waste me”; longing for the squandered minutes; “Will Shakespeare” would relate to my conundrum and encourage all audiences to avoid, flee from this inauspicious drudgery.

ONE STAR!

For Now………..Peneflix