Early on, there's some promising parody of Hollywood B-pictures: a flash of lightning reveals the silhouette of a spooky Addams Family mansion to be nothing more than a children's-book cut-out; a stationary car is rocked from side to side and a hose is aimed at the windshield to simulate a rough road on a rainy night; and so on. The Crumb-y underground-comics gags, however, can be seen coming a mile away, and take forever to pass by. E.g., a boozy Blanche Du Bois of the Nebraska plains, trying to pull herself together to greet her first caller in years, plants a wig on her head, askew, and pokes a finger down her throat to clear the liquor from her stomach; the wig topples into the toilet, she wrings it out, puts it back on her head. Quite a crowd of unexpected guests turns up at her door on this stormy night, and their systematic couplings and change-partnerings, filmed in patient pornographic detail, stretch the movie to two and a half hours. At that length, it's paralyzing. Curt McDowell directed, while George Kuchar wrote the script, took care of the artless chiaroscuro lighting in imitation of the Siodmak-Ulmer-Mann Germanic mode, and plays one role as if in the throes of isometric exercises (unfortunately, he, accompanied by a gorilla lover, stays out of sight until almost the end of this weary bash). (1975) — Duncan Shepherd
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