The story of a p*ssy-seeking alpha-male (played by then alpha-male Beatty) produced by said "star" as a p*ssy-seeking ad for himself.
All that George (Beatty) cares about is that the number of chicks he's nailing increases, because his self-regard requires it. He doesn't care about or connect with any of his conquests. But that's no matter because as viewers, we don't care about them either, because they're 70's era self-actualizing simps. With a decent script or in the service of a greater message, the best this could have been is something like Boogie Nights, which isn't saying much.
The open sexuality of the 60s became "dirty" junk like in the 70's; the smutty, repulsive aftermath. Maybe people didn't notice how ugly their surroundings were because they were zeroing in on which occupants they wanted to nail, or forgetting the last one they actually did. The story implicates seventies values topically; bad hair, bad clothes, bad music... The production implicates Hollywood values, with hyperactive bit-actors trying to hog the screen. Everyone enters a scene shrill and loud. Viewers who see fun in this, miss the fatuous self-absorption and meanness to the whole thing.
Beattys stammering cuteness is tiresome in all his movies. The only scene in which he's required to show any emotional range is the last one. You have got to see it to believe it. Beatty flexes every muscle in his body trying to overcome his cuteness and register something complicated on his face and FAILS utterly. In a just world, this scene should have ruined his career.
Structurally this is a train wreck. It should be regarded as the Showgirls of the 70s. Artistically it's sh*t. Thanks Warren. The DVD should come with a syringe full of penicillin.
All that George (Beatty) cares about is that the number of chicks he's nailing increases, because his self-regard requires it. He doesn't care about or connect with any of his conquests. But that's no matter because as viewers, we don't care about them either, because they're 70's era self-actualizing simps. With a decent script or in the service of a greater message, the best this could have been is something like Boogie Nights, which isn't saying much.
The open sexuality of the 60s became "dirty" junk like in the 70's; the smutty, repulsive aftermath. Maybe people didn't notice how ugly their surroundings were because they were zeroing in on which occupants they wanted to nail, or forgetting the last one they actually did. The story implicates seventies values topically; bad hair, bad clothes, bad music... The production implicates Hollywood values, with hyperactive bit-actors trying to hog the screen. Everyone enters a scene shrill and loud. Viewers who see fun in this, miss the fatuous self-absorption and meanness to the whole thing.
Beattys stammering cuteness is tiresome in all his movies. The only scene in which he's required to show any emotional range is the last one. You have got to see it to believe it. Beatty flexes every muscle in his body trying to overcome his cuteness and register something complicated on his face and FAILS utterly. In a just world, this scene should have ruined his career.
Structurally this is a train wreck. It should be regarded as the Showgirls of the 70s. Artistically it's sh*t. Thanks Warren. The DVD should come with a syringe full of penicillin.