I happen to think the 70s were - very generally speaking - the period where commerce and art met at a favourable crossroads only to drift apart in the future.
This movie is one antithesis of this theory but alas... There is definitely a groundswell of (then) controversial, non-PC use of the F-word and supposedly sexual imagery in this film but this overlong work does not really know what it wants or how to get there.
Beatty is a hilariously clichéd big-haired open-shirted chain-clad buffoon Hollywood (?) hairdresser with a tight schedule of doing both rich women's hair and their nether regions.
So this is supposedly about the rich part of L.A. - pity that these people were such cowards that they didn't name names - not even remotely as in a Citizen Kane way. No, the only name mentioned is Nixon but more about that later.
Goldie Hawn is the quasi love interest of our fine shallow fellow. She happens to be in the twilight of her blondie one-trick-pony shtick and she is sporting her knickers under miniskirt dresses at every opportunity. Eventually she finds an even bigger dork than our hairdresser after finally realizing her dream boy is sleeping around with 1.000 other women. Duh...
Our follicle fondling friend needs money for his very own hair salon. So there is a scene in a bank which is almost as hilarious as any Steve Martin/Carl Reiner scene, albeit unintentional I'm afraid.
Nixon? What exactly is the role of politics in this thinly veiled soap opera?! This is a 1975 movie about 1968. Wow - how fantastic to be clever in hindsight. Talk about kicking someone who is down and out. The whole Republican party scenery is completely pointless and does nothing for the movie which is as superficial as its protagonist - the bike-riding brain-free womanizer.
The climax of the movie is an election party which is about as unrealistic and cheesy as an Ed Wood setting - only TWENTY YEARS LATER. Wow.
My conclusion is this: What we have here is 100 soap opera episodes condensed into one feature film with a little dose of quasi-politics and f-words thrown in.
Are Hal Ashby and Warren Beatty French? France has come up with many clever and very interesting movies but also with the Jean-Luc Godard school of film which is to film any amount of nonsensical film segments and give it some meaning afterwards. Example: You literally film anything and call it "revolution". Any modestly equipped brain can make an association with any given imagery and any word.
I love details like that brown-haired stuntman riding his bike around Hollywood. He doesn't look like Beatty. That is funny. Just like the ending which means absolutely nothing. I do like the movie for all the L.A. smog that can be seen every time this soap opera decides to show us more than a few people's petty self-indulgent sex cravings.
This movie is one antithesis of this theory but alas... There is definitely a groundswell of (then) controversial, non-PC use of the F-word and supposedly sexual imagery in this film but this overlong work does not really know what it wants or how to get there.
Beatty is a hilariously clichéd big-haired open-shirted chain-clad buffoon Hollywood (?) hairdresser with a tight schedule of doing both rich women's hair and their nether regions.
So this is supposedly about the rich part of L.A. - pity that these people were such cowards that they didn't name names - not even remotely as in a Citizen Kane way. No, the only name mentioned is Nixon but more about that later.
Goldie Hawn is the quasi love interest of our fine shallow fellow. She happens to be in the twilight of her blondie one-trick-pony shtick and she is sporting her knickers under miniskirt dresses at every opportunity. Eventually she finds an even bigger dork than our hairdresser after finally realizing her dream boy is sleeping around with 1.000 other women. Duh...
Our follicle fondling friend needs money for his very own hair salon. So there is a scene in a bank which is almost as hilarious as any Steve Martin/Carl Reiner scene, albeit unintentional I'm afraid.
Nixon? What exactly is the role of politics in this thinly veiled soap opera?! This is a 1975 movie about 1968. Wow - how fantastic to be clever in hindsight. Talk about kicking someone who is down and out. The whole Republican party scenery is completely pointless and does nothing for the movie which is as superficial as its protagonist - the bike-riding brain-free womanizer.
The climax of the movie is an election party which is about as unrealistic and cheesy as an Ed Wood setting - only TWENTY YEARS LATER. Wow.
My conclusion is this: What we have here is 100 soap opera episodes condensed into one feature film with a little dose of quasi-politics and f-words thrown in.
Are Hal Ashby and Warren Beatty French? France has come up with many clever and very interesting movies but also with the Jean-Luc Godard school of film which is to film any amount of nonsensical film segments and give it some meaning afterwards. Example: You literally film anything and call it "revolution". Any modestly equipped brain can make an association with any given imagery and any word.
I love details like that brown-haired stuntman riding his bike around Hollywood. He doesn't look like Beatty. That is funny. Just like the ending which means absolutely nothing. I do like the movie for all the L.A. smog that can be seen every time this soap opera decides to show us more than a few people's petty self-indulgent sex cravings.