Deservedly panned as a drugged-out disaster, Altman's Waterworld. For a film adapted from classic cartoons, the energy levels are amazingly low. There are long passages where it barely has a pulse. There are some wonderful elements -- some excellent songs, that fantastic set, and a few of the characters, like Duvall's Olive (typecasting, but she still does a great job) and Bill Irwin's Ham Gravy, are great. But they're dragged down into the morass of the movie's lugubrious pacing and the almost complete lack of anything truly funny going on. On top of that, Williams is just terrible as Popeye, the Bluto is awful, a lot of the smaller roles are filled with very little spirit or grace, and again, it's almost entirely NOT funny or fun. Watch the Fleischers' 1930s cartoons (not the color postwar ones) instead -- they're infinitely better.