Maybe Norman Lear cared enough about the Lower East Side's famous burlesque house to write an entire film about it. I still can't believe he found the money to produce it. Or that it got distribution.
Who cares about a terrible comedian and his equally unfunny partner. Or their affairs. Or the difficulties of running a joint like this.
Perhaps in 1968 burlesque shows were still so lame that the shtick shown here was t1tillating. Or there were enough geezers going to the movies who found Doris Day too straight-laced. My guess is that about 35 people went to see this movie in some rundown Times Square theatre on its opening weekend and word-of-mouth killed it dead before Monday.
Who cares about a terrible comedian and his equally unfunny partner. Or their affairs. Or the difficulties of running a joint like this.
Perhaps in 1968 burlesque shows were still so lame that the shtick shown here was t1tillating. Or there were enough geezers going to the movies who found Doris Day too straight-laced. My guess is that about 35 people went to see this movie in some rundown Times Square theatre on its opening weekend and word-of-mouth killed it dead before Monday.