Well… This is the kinda film that lands in the eerie no man’s land between no budget B movie and art movie? It doesn’t work as art and it doesn’t work as B movie.
I’m guessing it was made by guys hopped up on diet pills and hooch?
Satire’s just another word for don’t have any actual jokes.
Babo 73. Robert Downey Sr.. 1964.
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Taylor Mead! And preserved by Anthology Film Archives. That is some “Artsy” Lower East Side New Yorker stuff right there.