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Sorry about the lousy quality. Come on Paramount, get your head out of your/Viacom's ass!
Actually the quality is somewhat fortunate, in that the ghostliness of the image is fully consistent with the overall Hollywood Undead feeling that pervades Preminger's (still awful) film.
Oh, it's terrible alright. But terrible in a way that Hollywood will never be able to achieve again. No matter how hard it tries.But it's hard to entirely hate a film with a Nilsson soundtrack and a lengthy scene of Jackie Gleason tripping out on LSD (from whence this image is derived).
Nilsson, Preminger - bad? Really?
Actually, the Nilsson score is pretty good.Preminger's film?Easily his worst. Think about how you'd feel if your oldest aunt tried to tounge kiss you.It's like that.
Actually, there's a scene with Carol Channing that is exactly like your aunt trying to tongue-kiss you.Still...if ever a film was like watching a spectacular car crash...
Stephen wrote:Actually, there's a scene with Carol Channing that is exactly like your aunt trying to tongue-kiss you.*****Oh, God. You mean her big moment with poor Frankie Avalon, I'm guessing. Yeaccchhh!At least Avalon can say he made one movie worse than Dr. Goldfoot and the Bikini Machine.
The Nilsson CREDITS should not be overlooked when discussing the many virtues of this film.
Well, I don't take Nilsson's musical contribution to Skidoo for granted, and I doubt if Signor Cooke does (Nilsson's cameo is another matter entirely). Far as I'm concerned it may be the film's sole virtue. I sure can't think of another. Admittedly I haven't seen the thing in about 20 years . . . and I've never seen it in its proper aspect ratio . . . so all I can remember is its cringing awfulness.Strangely enough, I read an hour or so ago that Preminger's estate holds all title to Skidoo and is deliberately witholding it from licensing in some loony effort to keep the memory of his greatness unsullied.I question this information, frankly. It makes no sense. I mean, if they wanted to do that they'd have to keep every film Otto Preminger made from 1967 to 1974 the hell off the market, wouldn't they?Personally, I wanna know where some of his Fox output went to. Where's Centennial Summer? Where's The 13th Letter? Get on the stick, you Murdoch lackies!!!By the way . . .'Tis good to see thee back on these shores, Kingo! Come 'round more often.
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