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* Yellow asterisk: funny (maybe).
* White asterisk: expanded format.
* Blue asterisk: not mine.
No asterisk: it probably sucks.
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OTHER CRAP:
Catch the deluxe version of Other Crap in real time, with all the bells and whistles,
here.
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Cool it Carol
Cool it Carol is a 1979 British sex farce staring Robin Askwith as a
butcher's assistant in a small town who dreams of making it big in London, and
Janet Lynn as a local beauty contest winner who works in a filling station,
but dreams of being a model in London.
The two end up heading for the big city
by train. Joe (Askwith) claims he has a job lined up as well as a friend to
stay with. Neither is true. Janet Lynn is cute enough that she will have no
trouble finding ways to make money, as long as she doesn't let morals get in
the way. Joe becomes her manager in a series of prostitution, porn movie and
modeling gigs, and the two make more money than they know what to do with,
but decide they are not happy and head home. Although this is essentially the
complete plot, I don't consider it a spoiler, as the film telegraphs the plot
on its own, and you will watch it or not based on whether or not you like the
two leads.
I am not a fan of Robin Askwith, but Janet Lynn is easy on the eyes and
does a credible job at playing a somewhat naive but uninhibited girl learning
how the game is played in the big city.
This is a C-, for people who really enjoy British period sex farces.
IMDb readers say 3.8.
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House on the Rocks
To spiti stous vrachous is a
1975 Greek erotic drama. The story is about a neglected wife who starts an
affair with her stepson, whom she meets for the first time when he comes to
visit during the summer vacations at an island. At first she is reluctant but
after a while she gives in, although she feels remorse for her actions.
Towards the end the husband returns and in the ambiguous finale it looks like
both father and son desert her. Perhaps that was her punishment, or a way for
the film makers to let audiences off the hook and distant themselves from the
heroine's actions. Thus the spectator can enjoy the titillation offered to him
while simultaneously condemning it.
This is a 70s artifact that deserves to be re-discovered. Although the film
was obviously made in order to be sold as erotica (like so many others of that
era) and not as a character study, the nudity is not out of place or
gratuitious and the script takes its kind-of-taboo subject seriously. It also
has interesting development, accomplished photography, a good musical score,
and a lead actress (imported Norwegian
Bente_Borsum) who
manages to convey a wide range of emotions with her acting and her facial
expressions - despite the fact she was dubbed.
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Flourish
Flourish tells the story of Gabrielle Winters (Jennifer Morrison), a childlike young woman who agrees to a last-minute babysitting job
with tragic results, in a film that combines several seemingly random subplots into a twisty comedic thriller. The movie begins in a psychiatric ward were Gabrielle recounts the events to a camera, of a recent evening she spent babysitting a 16 year old girl who went missing while in her care.
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Notes and collages
Mars Attacks
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Pat's comments in yellow...
San Francisco Mayor Gavin Newsom changed the city's
policy on issuing laudatory proclamations after he learned that his office had
declared February 23 to be Colt Studio Day, in honor of its 40th anniversary of
stimulating the local job market and economy. There are over 2,000 such
proclamations a year, and most get no attention, until conservatives pointed out
that Colt Studios is a gay porn studio that advertises "the hottest man-on-man
action." Newsom's chief of staff or director of governmental affairs will now
review all requests for proclamations.
* It's absurd, anyway...Everyone knows that in San Francisco, every day is
Gay Porn Day.
David Cassidy has written a memoir that will change the
way you watch "Partridge Family" reruns. He talks about his drug use and sex
romps, his obsession with Meredith Baxter of "Family Ties," an encounter with a
groupie named Barbara The Butter Queen who coated her sex partners with butter,
and his extra-large male organ. He writes that when he met Gina Lollabrigida,
"She looked me up and down and said, 'I hear you're a monster. I want to meet
the monster.' Well, I decided that if I had it, there wasn't any point in just
keeping it in the holster all the time."
* Did he just plagiarize this from Burt Ward's autobiography?
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