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The best moments in this 1987 release belong to Dr. Steve Martin as a dentist with a professional yen for pain.
I have seen a lot of musicals (probably more than most people under the age of 50), and few are as lively and fun as Little Shop of Horrors.
The movie doesn't labor its jokes or insist on its virtuoso special effects, but devotes its energies to seeming unforced and delightful.
You can try not liking this adaptation of the Off-Broadway musical hit -- it has no polish and a pushy way with a gag -- but the movie sneaks up on you, about as subtly as Audrey II.
A fractured, funny production transported rather reluctantly from the stage to the screen.
Screen writer and lyricist Howard Ashman has mastered the essence of '80s humor, recycling the old with a hip knowingness, all with a morbid, outrageous edge.
With its toe-tapping cadences, its class cast and its king-sized cabbage, it's destined to become a classic of camp comedy.