Phil, a Dean Martin-obsessed guy starting to lose his grip on the present

Hey pallies, likes we thoughts we woulda looks 'round for a regular review of "Silver Skies" that we shared news of in our previous post.  Likes, we came 'cross one scribed by Mr. John DeFore for the blog presence of  "The Hollywood Reporter.  We gotta 'fess up that our primary reason we are sharin' this review is 'cause DeFore's description of Mr. George Hamilton's character Phil brings a biggest of big Dino-buddha grins to our faces!  DeFore sez, " Phil, a Dean Martin-obsessed guy starting to lose his grip on the present."

 We thinks this film will be worth the price of admission...in this case purchasin' or rentin' Silver Skies is to enjoys Hamilton channelin' our most beloved Dino.  As you read Mr. DeFore's reflections you will note that he ain't got much good to say 'bout this flick, but then we remember that many of our Dino's big screen projects got panned as well....but, we still digs 'em 'cause they feature our one and only Dino.  Truly, truly we can't wait to see George Hamilton makin' likes our King of Cool....and to hear the soundtrack that features at least two of our Dino's most famous croons (as mentioned in our previous post.

It appears that "Silver Skies" never had a major release, but has been featured at some film festivals, and likes that is perhaps why we ain't heard of it before this.  To checks this review out in it's original source, likes simply clicks on the tag of this here Dino-message.

We remain,

Yours in Dino,

Dino Martin Peters

 'Silver Skies': Film Review

 by John DeFore
 
Courtesy of Roar Productions

Makes the Marigold Hotel look like Chekhov.

Underexposed veteran actors play residents of a doomed apartment complex.
A picture espousing the humane treatment of retirees that isn't able to practice what it preaches, Rosemary Rodriguez's Silver Skies offers a half-dozen or so Hollywood vets one more turn in the spotlight only to deliver a vehicle dumber than most of the duds they've endured in their post-stardom years. Hackneyed and unconvincing on almost every front, it is best suited for a daytime-cable slot — where one hopes it won't be inflicted on too many senior-center rec rooms.

George Hamilton may be the dapper figurehead of this ensemble as Phil, a Dean Martin-obsessed guy starting to lose his grip on the present, but fellow thesps like Barbara Bain get plenty of their own screen time in a film with enough subplots for a Love Boat two-fer. Most weave around a central conflict as old as any actor seen here: The apartment complex where all these low-income folks live is being turned into condos, and only those who can raise over a half-million dollars to buy in will be able to stay.

Chockablock with scenes that no halfway-critical viewer will believe, the picture doesn't make up for its dubious action with jokes — unless you count the "eight is enough" groaner delivered in a Dick Van Patten cameo. Some castmembers get dealt a better hand than others in Rodriguez's script — Mariette Hartley and Jack McGee go multiple scenes at a time without you feeling embarrassed for them — but when the director hands out dramatic solo moments in which actors like Hamilton and Valerie Perrine are meant to show they've still got chops, nobody walks away looking good.

A happy ending rolls in around the 80-minute mark, and a merciful film would end there. But Rodriguez invents an unnecessary final complication, keeping viewers who haven't nodded off captive for another quarter-hour.

Production company: Roar Productions

Cast: George Hamilton, Valerie Perrine, Barbara Bain, Mariette Hartley, Jack McGee, Alex Rocco, Jack Betts, Howard Hesseman

Director-Screenwriter: Rosemary Rodriguez

Producers: Enrico Natale, Rosemary Rodriguez

Executive producers: Fred Roos, Arthur Sarkissian, Nestor Rodriguez

Director of photography: Nancy Schreiber

Production designer: Rand Sagers

Editor: Francis Zuccarello

Music: Jim Coleman

Casting director: Beth Holmes

No rating, 96 minutes