Mini-Review: unfortunate that the opening shot for a walking Susan George was of her torso, braless in a beige sweater, but then you have to use your "70's converter" to put that goofiness in perspective. This film HAS to have the most famous Chekovian "gun over the fireplace" device - in the form of that groovy bear trap that, sure enough, gets put to appropriate use eventually. My queasiest scene was the recently mutilply-raped SG in the oppressive, claustrophobic, clamorsome, rapidly-edited church party.

Mini-Review: my only misgiving is near the beginning with the implausibility of Stamp holding down buddy's head with one hand while flipping through buddy's rolodex and scooping the crucial number with his other. And, without buddy noticing.

Mini-Review: for this troglodite it was the beginning of the end for JW. yeah yeah yeah he had to "evolve", right? He had to "move on as a maturing artist" or some such rationalization for diluting and sapping his ventures of any of the bite and random, manic energy and barely-controlled chaos that reigned over his previous shit. Give me Crackers (or life in Mortville) over bouffanted debutantes any day......Oh..wait....it's for the money? (aye, there's the rub)

Mini-Review: I'm grumpy again.

Mini-Review: As someone who respects artists who are true to their craft, and who know when to tip their hat to their forbears, (their "roots"), I have to say I'm thoroughly disappointed - almost disgusted - that Niel Diamond neglected to honour the populist legacy of the original by not using blackface. One can only imagine the improvement it would have brought to Niel's interpretation of the character - it certainly would've lent him more credibility, making him a more waifish type.