Reviews

It was Toronto in the '70s - free sex, drugs, broken homes and messed-up parents but Uncle Bobby provided some innocent fun amidst all the coke and leisure suits.

I remember Big John the Cop and that kooky birthday song: Bimbo, Bimbo on the Uncle Bobby Show, Bimbo, Bimbo, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, Bimbo, Bimbo, I would like to say....Have yourself a very happy birthday.

And those creepy little puppets that came out of those cones. Weird.

I saw him live at the CNE, once. I remember he had a fake guillotine that he had some kid come up and try out.

In retrospect, the guy seemed kind of strange.

The music and script made the show. The animation was pretty bad. I watched it in Toronto on CH-CH from Hamilton. I think it was on around the same time slots as the Dale Harney Magic Show and Hilarious House of Frightenstein.

Sometimes the cut-out animation was so bad it was funny. Considering higher quality animation was done in the 20s and 30s, they can't use "it was the technology of the time" as an excuse. I guess their budget was miniscule.

It still runs in Toronto on some cartoon channel. I usually tune in for the opening theme then tune out.

A great story of two simple-minded hosers from Cape Breton who move to Toronto to try and make a better life for themselves.

They get into amusing situations while trying to make it in the big city, but the real strength of this film is the acting and directing. It is difficult to tell if it's a film or a documentary - the actors and director Don Shebib do such a great job.

I watched the film a few times before it grew on me. After purchasing the VHS, I've now watched it many times, finding something new with each viewing.

Torontonians will marvel at how busy the nightlife was on the Yonge Street strip between Dundas and Gerrard back in '69. Now, of course, it is all but forgotten by nocturnal revellers.

The Raffle is one god-awful film. It's fascinating to watch, though. Simply because you can't believe anyone would make a movie like this.

It's about two dishwater-dull guys who want to make some money putting on a contest to find the most beautiful woman in the world. The plot has potential for comedy laced with some smut - it fails miserably on both counts.

One thing that is highly irritating throughout the film is that the actors are always laughing or have big smiles on their faces when there is nothing funny going on. I'm not sure if that's because they realize how stupid the film is or because the director is trying to use them as a moving laugh track. If a laugh track is the case, then it doesn't work.

If you're in the mood for viewing some T & A, steer clear of this gem. There is precious little of it. Considering the quality of the picture, you'd think they'd pepper it with female flesh.

The screenplay seems like it was dubbed to fit the mouth movements of the actors instead of suiting the film.

The cheese in this film is constant. There is scarcely a moment that I wasn't close to yakking.

Mark Hammill has a small part in this debacle. Fortunately, I heard he cashed in on the recent Star Wars films, so he probably won't have to be part of a project like this again.

If you are feeling masochistic or want to show film students how not to make a movie, check this one out.