Runtime:
101 minutes
Directed
by: Peter Medak
Starring:
Roy Scheider, David Dukes, Richard Jordan, Harvey Keitel, Frank
Langella
From:
Atlantic Releasing Corporation
Now,
here is something out of the ordinary for me. I found out about this
bizarre “only in the 80's” film from someone I know on Facebook.
I have no idea how he found this-as it's now really obscure-but it's another movie on Netflix
Instant that unfortunately is going away on the 1st of
May. That's why I had to watch it now. He described it as “David
Mamet writing The Big Chill” mixed with “The Breakfast Club
written by a hedonist”! Yeah, it is that strange. I mean, Roy
Scheider says: “I love to f***! It's gonna be on my gravestone!”
I swear to God above I am not making that up.
To
steal the plot description from the IMDb:
“A
group of men get together to form a "discussion group".
They share their feelings about women, life, love, and work. The
party gets rowdier and rowdier, and then the wife returns home.
Thrown out, the men are not yet willing to call it a night... “
I
mean, in the opening credits the women are listed as either “Wives
& Girlfriends” or “House of Affection”, which is a...
brothel! Yes, this is a real film which features the actors already
listed plus Treat Williams, Stockard Channing, Craig Wasson, Cindy
Pickett, and Jennifer Jason Leigh.
Wow
what a misogynistic movie this is. Women in general look like shrill
loathsome harpies, and Keitel (after taking a hit from a joint) brags
about how he hit his wife and she cried and that gave him an
erection! That's what you get from this talky movie. There's also a
scene of knife-throwing, Roy Scheider saying, “A nice whiff of
c***”, Frank Langella wears a paper plate mask (!?), Harvey Keitel
telling someone to “make coffee and shove it up your ass!”, Treat
Williams informing the group he hit a woman for eating a bite of his
dessert (?!), an 80's soft jazz score, a visit to a brothel, a
ventriloquist dummy, the aftermath of Roy and a random whore having
really sweaty sex, a male character saying, “I think I'm gonna have
an eruption!” to an erotic statement he heard, Frank-who is said to
be hung like a horse!-getting asked in a crude way if he's gay (and
this is after he has makeup applied to his face by Jennifer Jason
Leigh), the males howling like dogs... and even more that I won't
spoil.
The
real reason to watch this isn't to be entertained by a good movie, as
this certainly isn't it; rather, it's to be amazed at how strange and
wrong-headed this is. I think that Keitel's character (and yeah, he
gets nude; what a shock) wasn't the only one involved here who
ingested drugs! Really, it's incredible. I suppose they got this cast
together because this was based on some book I've never heard of, but
seeing these guys do these things... strange. It is a shame it is
going away on Instant as it was never released on DVD, probably to
the relief of the big stars in the movie.
But hey, I had no idea that Roy Scheider could dance so well to Dixieland Jazz...
I'll
be back Wednesday afternoon.
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