To me, this movie is perfection.

Good start, but then it gets ruined

It's a good bad... and worth a popcorn matinée. While it's easy to lament what could have been...

One of the worst ways to make a cult movie is to set out to make a cult movie.

Because that's the only way you're going to feel like a man again after watching this shite. I may be damaged for life. Went to see it with this chick I met online. She really wanted to see it when they showed it at the Carriage House theatre and it was our first (and only) date. A short description of why it doesn't even deserve one star: The writing is sickening... seriously so bad I laughed out loud in the theater at some of the ridiculously stupid things the characters say in this film. Imagine the most cliché "love story" lines and now imagine worse and you still won't come close to comprehending how bad it was. t was even worse than I thought it would be. I thought it would just be incredibly boring but in truth it turned my stomach. I need medicine now. Had to excuse myself to use the restroom, went in there and splashed some water on my face (from the faucet, you sicko), went to my car and drove the eff out of there. By myself. Yep, ditched that stupid slag and she had to find her own way home. Didn't feel bad cuz she didn't know my real name. That's what internet dating is all about, am I right? But I digress. SPOILERS COMING NOWThe only good thing about the movie is Charlotte (Winona's character) dies at the end. I hated that sexy pig and wish she would have died sooner. It would have been awesome if the surgery had been successful and then Richard Gere had smothered Charlotte with a pillow in the recovery room. I wish when Richard Gere's character goes home after Charlotte croaked and he found the gift box with the hat, I wish he had stomped on it and said, "YOU PIG I'M SO GLAD YOU'RE DEAD!!!" Then kicked the hat against the wall, laughed maniacally, pulled out a handgun and shot himself in the head.Anyway, Winona Ryder is a sexy little monkey. They should have made Charlotte a shoplifter.Skip this one guys, and if your wife tries to make you watch it with her, file for divorce because if you watch it you will hate her for it and you'll hate yourself even more. I'll hate you both. I swear to all the filthy gods of my fathers I wouldn't watch this film agin for a billion dollars. If a fairy godmother came down from heaven and said, "If you watch 5 minutes of this film, I'll bring back your favorite dead relatives, all your dead pets, give you a billion dollars and cure hunger," I'd punch her in the mouth.I need a whore.

Autumn in New York (2000): Dir: Joan Chen / Cast: Richard Gere, Winona Ryder, Elaine Stritch, Anthony LaPaglia, Vera Farmiga: Autumn represents death and Winona Ryder is the subject. She plays a young virgin with a complicated illness celebrating her birthday in the restaurant of a womanizer played by Richard Gere. Their first phone conversation consists of Gere telling Ryder to fashion a hat for his date, which just happens to be her. They get involved despite their age difference then he grows to really care about her and searches drastically for a surgeon to operate on her. Perhaps he should have searched for a screenwriter to render this depressing exercise a little easier to intake. Hardly uplifting and quite predictable with Ryder's fate being quite obvious. Director Joan Chen allows beautiful shots of New York. Gere succeeds as a man struggling to mend his brokenness by mending another. Ryder as a virgin just doesn't sell. What's worse is that she and Gere lack chemistry. Elaine Stritch as Ryder's grandmother does her best with a standard role. Anthony LaPaglia appears briefly as a surgeon. Vera Farmiga appears in a useless subplot as Gere's daughter whom he has actually never met. The whole movie needs a surgeon beginning with the screenplay. Insincere tear jerker disguised as a meaningful drama where the screenplay is as dead as autumn. Score: 3 ½ / 10

"Autumn in New York" stars Richard Gere as a middle aged man who falls for the the considerably younger Charolette Fielding, played by Winona Ryder. Fielding's your typical free-spirited pixie, who just happens to be dying, a death which will teach Gere several lessons about love, loss and commitment.Whilst "Autumn" is a giant bag of clichés, Ryder's enchanting. Beautiful but fragile, and reminiscent of a young Audrey Hepburn, she single-handedly saves the film. "Autumn in New York" was the first major Hollywood film to be directed by a woman of Asian origin.7/10 - Worth one viewing.

Perhaps Autumn in New York professes to be a romance movie with an alternative twist, or perhaps it simply wishes to appeal to feminine romantic sensibilities to the exclusion of masculine viewers, but either way, it doesn't say much for the standards of its makers. Indeed, it is worth noting that our little heart-on-her-sleeve protagonist, even in her desperate bid for true love, is savvy enough to be sure to target a real catch and date upwards – considerably so. The film cannot escape the clichés of all anti-male biases that exist among female writers portraying modern love – i.e.: guys are irresponsible and should be chastised when they display an aversion to attachment – they must be punished when they wander or cheat - because they invariably do – or when they just want to be free, (how dare they?) and most of all, no matter how women love to complain about men, they will persistently dream of being swept off their feet by the most beautiful and glitzy-rich among them, as they stage foggy erotic fantasies of wealth wrapped in obligatory tragedy. Precious Manhattanites with great penthouse apartments and seven figure lifestyles suffer too, wouldn't you know…So does everyone else on earth, of course, even if the Hoi Polloi haven't got the great view to reflect on it. If this a glimpse into someone's idea of what women might want as a conflict and resolution fantasies - an alternative to Hollywood's male driven macho escapist dreams - it is easy to see why smart men and women may prefer to stick with the unpredictable twists of our mundane reality; this may explain why this film did not meet with success. The fires of hell and the pain of solitude seem like heaven compared to this shallow and materialistic estrogen-driven daydream - Iron John to the rescue, please!