Baked in a crispy crust of celluloid. (Gross.)
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Not sure why this is ever not called by its alternate title (The Lamp) given the “outing” in question comes about 40 minutes into the film. Filled with some remarkably ugly moments—including a criminal bully who seems to avoid reprisal (until he doesn’t)—and lots of turgid acting, including by a lead who (my viewing mate aptly noted) is a dead-ringer for Tiffany. In case it’s not clear from my rating: these are all endearing attributes here. And please watch to enjoy one of my new favorite gonzo final two shots in film history!
One of the most stupid fun doubles at the New Bev I’ve experienced in the recent (circa 2014) regime. A film a bit naughtier than you might expect given its cornpone hokiness and regional awkwardness.
Loved the professor and his salacious love life (that is not at all presented as such); Stoker sleepwalking through an unrewarding character turn; the horny-and-sad frat boys; Belafonte’s daughter as a college dj; oh and so much more. Great crowd, too.