This film is an incomprehensible, steaming pile of cat feces. It makes absolutely no sense, the transitions are murky as hell, and the characters are so bland that it's difficult to keep track of who is speaking at any given moment. It's also dark, as in they neglected to light the sets half the time, and it appears to have been filmed through several inches of Vaseline. Perhaps this was an effort to impart a dreamy feel, but they only succeeded in portraying the actors as animated piles of goop. The writers' attempts at sauciness are banal at best, insulting at worst, and always irritating.
I would sooner watch a group of 8-year-olds running around the backyard in tablecloth capes, screaming, "Forsooth," or, "Thou swell."
Some of the actors became quite successful later in the decade. It's a wonder they didn't pool their funds to have every copy of this oozing cinematic pustule located and destroyed.
I would sooner watch a group of 8-year-olds running around the backyard in tablecloth capes, screaming, "Forsooth," or, "Thou swell."
Some of the actors became quite successful later in the decade. It's a wonder they didn't pool their funds to have every copy of this oozing cinematic pustule located and destroyed.