So my list was down to three: Skiddoo, Myra Breckinridge, and Fire Sale. Three movies that were going to elude me forever. Skiddoo finally turned up from a friend of a friend who knew a guy... Fire Sale is out there on 35mm, but apparently will NEVER be released. And one day I walked into a local independent video store that I'd somehow missed over the years (sound like a crappy short story, much?) and there it was - Myra Breckinridge, FOR RENT IN ITS ORIGINAL BOX.
Un. B. Leevabul.
The only emotive comparison I can make is to getting really intoxicated and then drinking so much coffee that you're a fully-wired drunk. SOMETHING'S going on on that screen, and it's obviously terribly clever and sarcastic, but every time you think you've got it figured out, it starts banging into doorframes and stumbling over the coffee table. I've watched this mess half a dozen times, and I can't figure out where it went wrong, or what could have been done to make it work.
OK-try this. Myra Breckinridge is like Xanadu, except that Olivia Newton-John is dressed in a cute black leather Nazi uniform throughout, and Michael Beck appears in every scene with a plastic phallus strapped to his forehead. And you just KNOW that that MEANS something, you just can't quite figure it out.
If you're serious about Movies Gone Wrong, Myra Breckinridge is an indispensable part of your education, as is Skiddoo. But fair warning - no drugs, no alcohol, no nicotine, no caffeine, and watch your sugar intake. You want to see this one as stone cold sober as you've ever been in your life.
Un. B. Leevabul.
The only emotive comparison I can make is to getting really intoxicated and then drinking so much coffee that you're a fully-wired drunk. SOMETHING'S going on on that screen, and it's obviously terribly clever and sarcastic, but every time you think you've got it figured out, it starts banging into doorframes and stumbling over the coffee table. I've watched this mess half a dozen times, and I can't figure out where it went wrong, or what could have been done to make it work.
OK-try this. Myra Breckinridge is like Xanadu, except that Olivia Newton-John is dressed in a cute black leather Nazi uniform throughout, and Michael Beck appears in every scene with a plastic phallus strapped to his forehead. And you just KNOW that that MEANS something, you just can't quite figure it out.
If you're serious about Movies Gone Wrong, Myra Breckinridge is an indispensable part of your education, as is Skiddoo. But fair warning - no drugs, no alcohol, no nicotine, no caffeine, and watch your sugar intake. You want to see this one as stone cold sober as you've ever been in your life.