Skidoo (1968)
Genre: Psychedelic Comedy
Country: USA | Director: Otto Preminger
Language: English | Subtitles: None
Aspect ratio: Cinemascope 2.35:1 | Length: 98mn
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Ex-gangster Tony Banks is called out of retirement by mob kingpin God to carry out a hit on fellow mobster "Blue Chips" Packard. When Banks demurs, God kidnaps his daughter Darlene on his luxury yacht.
Picture if you will a gathering of celebrities at a Dean Martin Roast at the Sands in Vegas in 1974. Only tonight, instead of skewering Angie Dickinson or Dan Rowan, they've decided to do a scene-by-scene reenactment of UN CHIEN ANDALOU. George Gobel is the guy dragging the piano, Totie Fields is the chick with her eyeball slit open, and Nipsey Russell has a whole bunch of ants crawling on his palm. Evel Knievel does a walk-through.
Okay, got it? It's still not as demented as Otto Preminger's 1968 disasterpiece, the effort of a band of thoroughly washed-up Hollywood old-timers to get with the hip LSD-and-love-beads craze. Jackie Gleason is a mafioso thrown in the clink, given a hit of acid by his genius-hippie cellmate (introducing Austin Pendleton?!), leading to a Slavko Vorkapich-style hallucinogen montage that features a pea-sized Mickey Rooney dancing with bags of loot, metamorphosizing numerals, and, if memory serves, Gleason growing a new face.
Then, if you aren't yawning yet, there's the little thing of Carol Channing doing a striptease for Frankie Avalon. Or how about Groucho Marx as God, talking through a speakerphone from his houseboat? Or a musical finale, shot through more psychedelic filters than the graveyard in EASY RIDER, in which garbage cans turn into flying saucers that lift the cast into the sky?
Okay, got it? It's still not as demented as Otto Preminger's 1968 disasterpiece, the effort of a band of thoroughly washed-up Hollywood old-timers to get with the hip LSD-and-love-beads craze. Jackie Gleason is a mafioso thrown in the clink, given a hit of acid by his genius-hippie cellmate (introducing Austin Pendleton?!), leading to a Slavko Vorkapich-style hallucinogen montage that features a pea-sized Mickey Rooney dancing with bags of loot, metamorphosizing numerals, and, if memory serves, Gleason growing a new face.
Then, if you aren't yawning yet, there's the little thing of Carol Channing doing a striptease for Frankie Avalon. Or how about Groucho Marx as God, talking through a speakerphone from his houseboat? Or a musical finale, shot through more psychedelic filters than the graveyard in EASY RIDER, in which garbage cans turn into flying saucers that lift the cast into the sky?
Skidoo (1968)
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