SHORT TAKES ADMIT ONE
THE HEARTBREAK KID — You can always get what you want. Our sappy hero decides to shuck the entire “wedded bliss” bit, after 72 hours of marriage, when his bride demands to know in every motel from Long Island to Miami Beach “How was IT?” “Was IT wonderful?”
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SHORT TAKES ADMIT ONE
THE HEARTBREAK KID - You can always get what you want. Our sappy hero decides to shuck the entire “wedded bliss” bit, after 72 hours of marriage, when his bride demands to know in every motel from Long Island to Miami Beach “How was IT?” “Was IT wonderful?” What was wonderful was succulent Cybil Shepard (the proverbial prick teaser) making passes at the bashful bridegroom between the beach blankets and sun tan oil. Godzilla meets Goy, the girl of his dreams. Before you can holler “Hava Nagilah” he has disposed of bride, beachtowel§ and is following Cybil to magic Minnesota. How does this piddling prunehead win the ice maideny hand of the curvacious cover girl and throw over her burly, blond football hero? With a simple con and a lot of crap. Just like the movie. This story has more holes than a bagel factory.
Jann Uhelszki
SAVE THE TIGER - Save The Tiger starts out promisingly, tracing the waking hours of an L.A. garment manufacturer in a series of scenes that snap, crackle and pop. The movie seems well on its way to finding its own tone — a mixture of raffish Broadway fast-talking and acrid, L.A. cynicism — until the mid-way point. Writer Steve Shagan lets the moralizing and metaphorizing take over and sequence after sequence becomes so overwritten that the movie turns indigestible. And all of Jack Lemmon’s fine, frenzied efforts, and director John G. Avildsen’s cool-eyed view of corruption, can’t redeem it. Save The Tiger winds up like a loud-mouthed drunk in an all-night bar; it scores its points by talking its audience into submission.
Paul Varjack
BLACK CAESAR - Ugh and lowbudget ugh at that. I left soon after the scene where star Fred Williamson bullies his white lawyer into selling what the synopsis describes as an “exclusive condominium”, furniture and all. A long shot of the apartment reveals a living room right out of the Castro showroom: white sectional, enormous lamps, decorator wall mural, all Furniture Warehouse Baroque. “I’ve always wanted a place like this,” says Fred. His other grand ambitions include taking over the mob in Harlem. Score by James Brown.
Vince Aletti
IT HAPPENED IN HOLLYWOOD - If you must spend your money on this type of thing, spend it on It Happened In Hollywood, because it’s the REAL thing, no pansy-assed, flaccid-dick simulated sex here, no siree! Those with a taste for abberation had best stay away however, cuz all that’s here is good old, All-American, heterosexual playing around, and none of that whips and leather shit. The production values are so incredible for a film of this kind, and effect is the legitimization of the porn film into a real ART FORM! And who is responsible for this film, surely God’s gift to the slimy seat crowd? None other . than the folks at Screw Magazine. There’ll be a lot of come spilled before they top this! Though you’ll probably get more laughs than any kind of stimulation out of it, I guarantee a REAL COOL TIME will be had by all.
Brian Zabawski
