Mad But Not THAT Crazy
Even though I have spent outrageous sums of interweb dollars after one more glass of Mondavi merlot than I should have had on really bad but obscure movies (anyone wanna say Skidoo?), I am resisting the temptation of buying one of my favorite movies of the early 1970s that is listing at $70 and up on the interwebs. It featured Frank Langella (when he was incredibly sexy and not a man of his current but much more boring gravitas), the amazing Carrie Snodgress, Richard Benjamin (early, obsessive pre-teen crush), Alice Cooper (seriously) and Peter Boyle (definitely very pre-Everybody Does Raymond). This is definitely up there with Play It As It Lays as seminal (without the semen) movies of the 1970s that need to be released on mainstream DVDs and makes me really mourn the absence of Pauline Kael. Back in the late 1970s to early 1980s I had fantasies of entering an upscale vegan market and running into Carrie (whom I often mis-named as Carrie SnodGRASS) and Neil Young as I dreamed they would say, "Oh , you must join us for dinner -- you bring the Zinfandel, we'll provide the tahini and tabouli."