It's probably safe to say that a nice hot shower would be appropriate after watching this flick. Believe it or not, I actually read the Philip Roth novel upon which this is based, many, many years ago, but my only recollection of the story is the main character's obsession with self-gratification. Recalling chapters of his life to psychiatrist Dr. Spielvogel (D. P. Barnes), the principal character, Alexander Portnoy, details virtually every sexual escapade he participated in during his non-maturation into adulthood, along with a spirited portrayal of his Jewish parents' insinuation into his personal life, complete with bowel movements and emphasis on French fries and eating hamburger out. That term, 'eating hamburger out' must have been stated three or four times and just confused the heck out of me. Is that a New York City Jewish thing or what?
Richard Benjamin had the unfortunate role of Alex Portnoy in this easily trashed film, which by the looks of it, is getting a fairly good workout here on this board. For her part, Karen Black looked absolutely stunning in early scenes as Portnoy's first legitimate girlfriend, but then fell victim to his callous disregard during a European vacation and threatened to commit suicide if he didn't marry her. Are we supposed to believe she actually did with all those visions of Mary Jane Reed, aka Monkey, hurtling to her death from an upper story hotel window? I can't decide either way.
If you'll notice, Portnoy's shrink didn't utter a single word throughout all of their exhaustive sessions together. At least I think they were exhaustive; I would have been worn out listening to his single-minded droning on about a miserable sex life. The woman he nearly raped after the falling out with Monkey in Europe probably said it best when she stated - "As a man, you are a failure at everything". With that, there's virtually no redeeming quality to be associated with this film, and it's no wonder that it was Ernest Lehman's single directorial effort. It makes me wonder what Woody Allen could have done with the same material.
Richard Benjamin had the unfortunate role of Alex Portnoy in this easily trashed film, which by the looks of it, is getting a fairly good workout here on this board. For her part, Karen Black looked absolutely stunning in early scenes as Portnoy's first legitimate girlfriend, but then fell victim to his callous disregard during a European vacation and threatened to commit suicide if he didn't marry her. Are we supposed to believe she actually did with all those visions of Mary Jane Reed, aka Monkey, hurtling to her death from an upper story hotel window? I can't decide either way.
If you'll notice, Portnoy's shrink didn't utter a single word throughout all of their exhaustive sessions together. At least I think they were exhaustive; I would have been worn out listening to his single-minded droning on about a miserable sex life. The woman he nearly raped after the falling out with Monkey in Europe probably said it best when she stated - "As a man, you are a failure at everything". With that, there's virtually no redeeming quality to be associated with this film, and it's no wonder that it was Ernest Lehman's single directorial effort. It makes me wonder what Woody Allen could have done with the same material.
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