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1969 |
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FANTASY
WORST
COMEDY
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GB |
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C |
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117 |
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Singing star (Anthony Newley) has mid-life crisis, a bit like Fellini's but not as interesting.
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Reviewed by Chris Tookey
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Unintentionally horrifying ego-trip for its overconfident writer-star-director.
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Anthony Newley has now cornered the market on Hollywood-style pornography... I'm not sure he'll eveer work again, and quite frankly, I'm not sure he deserves to... He dances in the nude, performs cunnilingus on a naked girl under-water, sings a song called ‘What a Son of a Bitch I Am’ and, for the crowning blow, actually allows a dirty old letch to run his hand up his own baby daughter's dress in a scene that has to win some kind of award for the penultimate in rotten bad taste... If I'd been Anthony Newley I would have opened it in Siberia during Christmas week and called it a day.
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| (Rex Reed) |
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The kindest thing for all concerned would be that every available copy should be quietly and decently buried.
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| (Michael Billington, Illustrated London News) |
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Obscure and pointless personal fantasy, financed at great expense by a major film company as a rather seedy monument to Anthony Newley's totally uninteresting sex life, and to the talent which he obviously thinks he possesses. The few mildly amusing moments are not provided by him.
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| (Halliwell's Film Guide, 2004) |
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, Joan Collins 