Flesh (1968) is the last of the Joe trilogy for me, although it was the first of the three. It is technically the worst of the bunch, and the story is nearly as bad as the technical aspects. This is the trilogy written and directed by Paul Morrissey and bankrolled by Andy Warhol. All feature Joe Dallesandro in the lead role. In this one, Joe supports his bi wife Geraldine Smith, who sometimes strips and sometimes turns tricks, as a gay prostitute. Smith, whose best known credit is Raging Bull, shows her breasts in a lengthy scene talking about getting silicone injections. The rest of the film follows Joe on the streets as he turns tricks and talks to the other male hookers.
All of the dialogue was improvised, and it was easy to tell which points the director asked them to cover, as those phrases were repeated multiple times. The film was cut using nothing but jump cuts, which is jarring enough, but they must have done it with a very cheap splicing system, as there is an audible pop and a flash of white for every cut.
IMDB readers have this at 5.8 of 10. It was made for $5K, and so must have been shot on 16, or maybe even super 8 mm, which would account for the graininess. Cannes awarded a Heritage award to the trilogy. This one didn't really impress the critics, although it was new and considered rather daring. I really wouldn't recommend this to anyone. It is an uninteresting story, poorly written, acted and produced, and is not a good transfer. Further, there are no features on the DVD. This is an E-.
The Fluffer (2001) is an indie that is aimed for the gay male market. Michael Cunio, who describes himself as bi, comes to Hollywood to be in the movies. He rents Citizen Kane, but finds Citizen Cum when he gets home, and falls in love with the star, Scott Gurney. He takes a job as camera man with the porn studio that Gurney works for, and on his first shoot, takes the opportunity to "fluff" Gurney. Gurney, however, is straight, and is what is termed gay for pay. He appears in gay porn because it pays better than straight porn. He is living with Roxanne Day, who is a stripper. He is also not a very nice person.
It was hard for me to tell what the point of the film was, but it seemed to be saying something about how worshiping film stars might not necessarily be a great idea. For a film about the sex industry, there is remarkably little of it, although we do see May's left breast in a very dark and red-tinted sex scene with Gurney.
IMDB readers have this at 5.9 of 10. This is decidedly not my kind of material, and I had a lot of trouble keeping my eyes open. I suppose it is about a C-. Genre fans seem to think of it as OK.
|Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy)
Sunday Bloody Sunday (1971)
Imagine this movie:
of old British ladies share a young studmuffin painter. The old
biddies are aware of each other, and would like to have the young
man to themselves, but they are much happier with half a loaf than
with none. The painter, for his part, seems to have nothing other
than good looks. He exhibits no depth of feeling. He is pleasant to
both women, but he doesn't really have any plans to incorporate
either of the lonely old coots into his future. The oldsters,
therefore, are not only relegated to half a loaf, but face the
prospect that soon they will have none.
In the course of the ten days during which the
story takes place, we see everyday people doing and talking about
everyday things: getting their shots, playing charades, babysitting the
neighbors' kids, discussing the weather, getting a haircut. The big excitement
for the two lonely old ladies is the sound of the phone - the
prospect that the studmuffin may be calling.
Sounds boring, doesn't it? Sounds like a very
tedious soap opera. Your basic weepfest with a predictably
But that's not exactly a summary of Sunday Bloody Sunday. Not
OK, then, let's add some spice to it.
changing the script in any way, let's simply have one of the old
ladies be a man. No need to change the script, we'll just call him
Daniel instead of Danielle, and hire a famous actor for the part. The studmuffin painter thus becomes a
bi-sexual, but we won't really dwell on that or the matter of gender roles
in general, and we
won't really take any position in favor of or against bisexuality or
homosexuality. In fact, we won't even mention the sex roles at all.
We'll just film the script exactly the same way we would have done
it with two women.
Now we have a summary of Sunday Bloody Sunday.
Now we still have the same incredibly boring soap
opera, but we have generated a vast amount of instant controversy. When the young
painter visits his doctor/lover, we don't see him smooching with an older
woman, but with Peter Finch. Everyone around them simply takes all
this for granted.
This caused quite a stir in 1971, as
you might imagine. The politically
correct set felt that the offhanded treatment of the homosexual
relationship was sophisticated and compassionate, signifying the
beginning of a mature new world and a mature new cinema. The
that the film's amoral, non-judgmental approach, as exemplified by its treatment of
the two relationships as precisely equivalent, was morally
reprehensible. The controversy got people talking about the movie,
and about the issues it raised.
Let's give the movie its due. It was
groundbreaking. It featured a
tolerant attitude during a time when such tolerance toward gay
relationships was quite a daring thing to exhibit. It did that in a
quiet and subtle way, without any preaching. It showed men kissing
each other tenderly. Let us raise a glass to director John
Schlesinger for using his considerable fame and influence to attract
some fairly big movie stars to his project, and to bring this quiet little film to the
Having thus praised Caesar, let us then bury him.
Let's be honest. The film was was otherwise unmemorable, and would
have died a quiet death if every shot had been exactly the same, and
every word of dialogue had been exactly the same, but the two old
ladies had both been ladies. It's one of those movies which defines
maturity by the lack of a sense of humor, the absence of dreams, and
the constant habit of staring out of the window meaningfully.
either praised the film for its artistic merit and groundbreaking
attitudes, or lambasted it for its digressions, and its complete lack
of energy and entertainment value. I felt that Mark Adnum of
Outrate.net was the one critic who kept the film in perfect
Sunday Bloody Sunday is a
meditational character study, and itís a brilliantly intelligent and
melancholy film, but thereís something missing in the momentum
department, and the meandering branch-off structure of the second act
makes the last half hour a bit of an endurance test.
Sidebar: this is the one and only theatrical film
which was written by the film critic Penelope Gilliatt, who wrote for
The New Yorker and the Observer (UK).
She may not have had much of a career as a
screenwriter, but she got an Oscar nomination in her one try, which
puts her one up on fellow critic Roger Ebert, whose screenwriting
contribution consisted of co-writing three Russ
Although I recommend avoiding it, based on
our system, this is a C. Of course, it is not my kind of movie, but I really had to struggle through
this respected film. I started watching it three times before I could make it
through. I couldn't find a single thing to enjoy about it,
although there are things to admire.
- Glenda Jackson (1,
Town of Agra Oklahoma is now Viagra, Oklahoma. I've always
felt that Oklahomans were upright citizens. Hopefully they will
tear down the old town monument and erect a new one.
Yesterday, The Sun showed our favorite mouseketeer in a touched-up
Rolling Stone shoot. Today they show you what she really looks
like, out sunning. The oddest thing about the story? She had
checked into the Santa Barbara hotel so she could attend
tomorrow's nuptials between J-Lo and B-Af. Is she the only person
in the world who doesn't know that story?
Beyonce hits the public streets in a see-through blouse. And
she's plastered. No, it's not what you think.
The new adventures of Hornykova
The most famous reindeer of all? Rudolph. The most famous
cheerleaders of all? The Dallas Cowboys
The Unit is back. In nine innings, Randy faces only 28 batters.
One hit (caught stealing). One walk. 12 k's. League RBI leader
Preston Wilson - three at bats, three k's.
Arafat is like women - can't live with 'im, can't brutally slay
Big Flabby Buttocks - illegal in Thailand. That really puts a
damper on the 1st Annual Bangkok Kathy Bates Retrospective.
MovieJuice reviews Cabin Fever
Apparently, Michael Jackson is hot stuff in bed,' said Lisa
Marie's friend, Monica Pastelle, "Lisa said he was amazing. And
she's been around" "But the bizarro 45- year-old pop star
never went to bed without makeup on - and beat it out of the
bedroom anytime Lisa Marie would switch on the lights."
Japanese porno world speads its legs and shoots out a few secrets.
When stars fall to earth - Emma Thompson's new movie.:
"Unfortunately, what was magic realism in the novel translated
into something a little closer to farce on screen. The audience,
unsettled by an unusually graphic rape scene involving Thompson,
rocked with laughter at cut-in shots of her husband, played by
Antonio Banderas, staring moodily into the middle distance as he
strummed his guitar." El Mariachi battles human rights abuses!
Janeane Garofalo - now with new improved hair and king-fu grip
"sometime last week Affleck called close associates telling them
that he and Lopez had broken up"
Dick Cheney demonstrates why Dubya can't make his own decisions.
archives. May also include newer material than the ones above,
since it's sorta in real time.
to submit a URL for inclusion in Other Crap
sub: More on Ben Stein
Great site. I start my day there every day.
Ben Stein may be Deep Throat. As you point out, he worked in
Nixon's White House, and it was at the right time. He was present
at the resignation good-bye speech Nixon gave to the staff (sporting
a near-afro.). The anomaly of Deep Throat has always been, how
could someone be both close enough AND disloyal enough, or
"how does a liberal get into Nixon's white house?" Maybe he gets
there because his Father works in the innermost circle. Anyway, I
have no personal knowledge of any of this, but I heard somewhere,
maybe on Ben Stein's Biography, that he was a childhood friend of
Carl Bernstein. That's a whole lot of coincidence.
J.M., conspiracy theorist
There is a logical
connection, and Time Magazine said as long ago as 1974 or 1975
that Stein was one of five possibilities. Stein did go to high
school with Carl Bernstein, and he did also write speeches for
Richard Nixon, but the timing is wrong. Stein moved to Washington
in April of 1973, long after the break-in.
This from the Motley
Fool Radio Show:
We talked about this earlier, that you served in the Nixon
White House. Buy, sell, or hold the likelihood that Ben Stein
is Deep Throat?
There was no Deep Throat, I'm sure of it. I certainly wasn't.
At the time Deep Throat was operating, I was a hippie in the
woods of Santa Cruz, Calif. -- so it wasn't me. And I don't
think there was any Deep Throat. I think it was somebody Bob
Woodward made up in one of his more imaginative moments, but
that's just an opinion.
this story about Stein and
sub: Bill Shatner speaks Esperanto?
Hey Scoop, while
researching Esperanto I found this interesting trivia about FunHouse
favorite Captain Kirk. Man does he have a lot on the IMDB - writer,
director, many many TV show appearances, records, even CEO of his
own special effects company. Did you know that one of
Shatner's wives drowned at his home?
This movie, Incubus, was
written and performed entirely in Esperanto, a made up language like
Pig Latin. They won't even let it be translated in other languages.
It seems like it has a Poltergeist-type curse attached to it also.
Incubus entry (movie) from Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.
Incubus is a black and white horror film originally released in
1965 and later restored in 2001. Incubus was directed by Leslie
Stevens, creator of The Outer Limits, and stars a pre-Star Trek
William Shatner. Its striking black and white cinematography was by
Hall, who later went on to win two Academy Awards for his work on
the films Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid and American Beauty.
The story is about a succubus who falls in love with a deeply
religious soldier (Shatner) she intended to seduce. Outraged by
this, her sister summons their leader, a devilish incubus (Milos
Milos), who rapes the soldier's sister and attempts to kill him. The
entire film was shot and directed entirely in the constructed
language Esperanto. It was done in Esperanto to create an eerie
other-worldly feeling, and dubbing into other languages has been
prohibited by the director. The 2001 DVD includes subtitles in
English and French and the restoration was funded by the Sci-Fi
Channel. Most English speakers have given the film good ratings and
reviews, likening it to the work of Ingmar Bergman, while Esperanto
speakers are generally disappointed by the actors' dreadful
It is a common myth that Incubus was the first Esperanto film, but
Angoroj appeared in 1964, one year before Incubus.
Many members of the cast met rather gruesome fates after the film
wrapped. Actor Milos killed his girlfriend and himself in 1966.
Actress Ann Atmar, who plays Shatner's sister, committed suicide
mere weeks after the film wrapped. And the daughter of actress
Eloise Hardt was kidnapped and murdered. These grim events have
given rise to a popular rumor that Incubus was a cursed production.
I found this to be even funnier than making a movie in
Esperanto. It is from the Wikipedia online encyclopedia, about
A constructed language can have "native" speakers, if children
learn it at a young age from parents who have learned the language.
Esperanto has a considerable number of native speakers, variously
estimated to be between 200 and 2000. There was an attempt to raise
a native Klingon speaker, but at that time the vocabulary of Klingon
was not quite large enough to express the large number of objects
normally found in the home: until the publication of an addendum to
the standard Klingon dictionary, there was not even a word for
"table" (now there is: raS). Some people even create constructed
languages as a hobby in their spare time.
Something I suspect they have WAY TOO much of....
You can find
a rather lengthy
discussion of this movie at Uncle Scoopy's Movie House,
including two very informative links: (1) a very thorough
essay on the history of Esperanto in Cinema (2) a Slate Magazine
article about the Incubus "curse".
The movie even has some nudity (we reviewed the film in March, 2002). Ann Atmar.
days left until International Talk Like a Pirate Day (Sept 19)
are the latest movie reviews available at scoopy.com.
- The yellow asterisks indicate that I wrote the
review, and am deluded into thinking it includes humor.
- If there is a white asterisk, it means that
there isn't any significant humor, but I inexplicably determined
there might be something else of interest.
- A blue asterisk indicates the review is written
by Tuna (or Lawdog or Junior or C2000 or Realist or ICMS or Mick
Locke, or somebody else besides me)
- If there is no asterisk, I wrote it, but am too
ashamed to admit it.
From the indie film "Swimming Pool" (2003)
- Charlotte Rampling, the long time cult movie favorite still brave enough and hot enough to do full frontal nudity in her late 50's!
- Ludivine Sagnier, the gorgeous young French actress goes topless
Be sure to pay Graphic Response a visit at his website. www.graphic-barry.com.
'Caps and comments by Dann:
"The Haunting of Morella"
Nicole Eggert plays a dual role (mother and daughter) in this 1990 adaptation of an Edgar Allan Poe short story about a witch put to death in Colonial America who returns 17 years later searching for immortal life through the body of her daughter.
Pretty cool witch movie, with some nice nudity. There were some lesbian overtones in the movie that I don't think came from Poe, but with Roger Corman as producer, that's understandable.
It appears they used a body double for Nicole Eggert, as you never see her face and body at the same time.
|From "Il faut vivre dangereusement" aka "One Must Live Dangerously". All 3 have some nice nude scenes, but according to PAL, the rest of the flick is terrible.
||In topless scenes from "Heaven with a Gun" (1969).
||Excellent full frontal nudity by the German actress in scenes from "Kinderspiele".
||Wet, and see-thru views in scenes from "Le Train" (1973).
'Caps and comments by Oz:
There is a brief topless shot of Cassie Yates in Convoy and some see-though nipple exposure of Madge Sinclair. From the best nips in Hollywood, Ali MacGraw, there's some pokies.
There's some topless views of Donna Baccala and some unknowns in Dunwich Horror and a brief upskirt of Joanne Moore Jordan. There's a brief nipple exposure by Sandra Dee (or a possible body double) but it is disguised a bit by the special effects used.
"Dawg" aka "Bad Boy"
No nudity in Dawg, the best we get is pokies by Elizabeth Hurley. However, lots of sexy shots of Mia Cottet, Brigitta Dau, Kim Pawlick and Maria Canals.
"According to Spencer"
It's the same story with According to Spencer. Marissa Ribisi and Precious Chong are supposed to star in a porn film and get down to very little. Brief pokies,and maybe a bit more, by Mia Kirshner.
"Blood In Blood Out"
A nice buxom woman goes topless in the Hispanic movie Blood In Blood Out. She may be able to be identified but I couldn't work out the accent and match her character name with those listed in the credits.
"Illegal in Blue"
Plenty of nakedness in Illegal in Blue. Showing a nice set of nips is Stacey Dash, and Sandra Reinhardt is also topless. A couple of topless ladies also put on a bit of a display.
- Stacey Dash
- Sandra Reinhardt
|Pat Reeder www.comedy-wire.com
Pat's comments in yellow...
From the New York Post Page 6 gossip section...
STARS AT THEIR MOST OBNOXIOUS
September 14, 2003 -- IF you've ever wondered who was the most boring, rude
celebrity to meet, look no further. The unlucky souls who interview stars
for a living and profile them for glossy magazines have shared with PAGE
SIX their picks for Hollywood's worst. So as not to add to the jobless
rolls, we're keeping the journos' names confidential.
* Courtney Love: "She doesn't hear a word you are saying," said one
celebrity interviewer. "She just rambles on and on, frothing like a mad
cow, free-forming her way through her little crammed noggin."
* Denise Richards: The pug-nosed actress and wife of Charlie Sheen is "as
frightened as a deer in the headlights, and she loves using words like
'sun,' 'water,' 'ocean.' Over and over again."
* Gwyneth Paltrow: America's favorite ice queen "just won't answer
questions. She'll tell you stuff like, 'I don't like to talk to reporters,'
and you are like, 'Well, then why are you here?' She won't tell you a thing
and only wants to talk about her 'art' and has fake graciousness."
* Jennifer Lopez: The diva who just postponed her wedding to Ben Affleck is
just plain "dull. She is so boring. She arrived an hour late and said her
favorite book was something like 'Meditations for Women Who Do Too Much.'
She doesn't read, she doesn't watch TV or movies - nothing."
* Hugh Jackman: "He's dull, but it's a studied dullness. He says right
away, 'I am so boring,' but it's a ploy. He is just guarded, but it doesn't
make for a good interview."
* Gerard Depardieu: One celeb writer had to rush over to meet with the
actor 21/2 hours early or forfeit the interview. "[Depardieu] weaves in and
plops down in the chair in front of me," the writer recalls. "He is pale
and sweating, his eyes are rolling in his head, his face looks like Silly
"He is slurring-word drunk, but being Depardieu, his diction is perfect. He
orders a half-bottle of wine for us. Throws it back like water. Talks for
about 15 minutes about St. Augustin, the saint, not the town. Then he
declares, 'I have to go to sleep now,' gets up and walks out."