Quote by Stephen Hunter

The prospects for a coherent, hilarious and consistent American comedy seem to lessen every year, as the poor waterlogged, gassy corpse called 'Evan Almighty' proved when it floated ashore recently. So there's a temptation to think too highly of Robin Williams's uneven but occasionally funny 'License to Wed.'


The prospects for a coherent, hilarious and consistent Ameri

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This quote suggests that the quality of American comedy is declining, as exemplified by the disappointing movie 'Evan Almighty.' Due to this decline, there is a tendency to overestimate the worth of films like 'License to Wed,' despite its inconsistency. The quote implies that finding a comedy that is both coherent and consistently amusing has become increasingly rare, leading some to lower their standards and settle for movies that are only occasionally funny.

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