Boy, if it’s not one damned thing it’s another.
So Friday we watched Chatterbox, the talking va-jay-jay movie. Ah, the ’70s. Yes, it’s on Amazon Prime.
We had one person decamp, and I apologize and certainly understand. Most everyone liked it, though, generally. Amiable and weird is a decent combination to base your film around, and even with rampant nudity–Candace Rialson is topless quite a lot–it was pretty inoffensive. I think it’s because the film doesn’t have a mean bone in its body. It probably could have been even shorter, but it’s certainly an oddity and, if you’re in the right mood, strangely engaging.
The cast is quite good, headed by Rialson, who more famously also did nice work for Joe Dante and Alan Arkush in Hollywood Boulevard. Everyone could act, and it’s probably the only film that I felt could have used more Rip Taylor (not in a negative way). Prof. Irwin Corey also makes an appearance. Not for everyone, to be sure, but it’s there if people want to take a look at it.
Thanksgiving approaching fast! Man, the last two months of the year are always a blur.