. . . according to the doddering producer\director of A HOLE IN THE HEAD. As he forces viewers to stumble through a cornucopia of false endings for this story, each sappier than its predecessor, most watchers no doubt will hope that the "Buffalo Gals" will come out tonight to stomp some sense into Frank before he takes names higher than "Walt Disney" and "Marilyn Monroe" in vain. Though tons of flicks have ended in muddled jumbles, A HOLE IN THE HEAD really takes the cake (in the sense of the kid who slams the kitchen door with one rising in the oven, causing it to fall). While it may be impossible for a great musical composer to write a symphony with even one bad note, it boggles the mind seeing how a demented HUAC stool pigeon can string together at least 20 minutes at the end of A HOLE IN THE HEAD where EVERY note is wrong, and then convince a major movie studio to actually distribute the resulting cacophonic mess. If one of this film's major Franks is a kiwi, the other surely qualifies as being a dodo bird.
Review of A Hole in the Head
