LOOK, I’M
WOODY. HOWDY, HOWDY, HOWDY.
Starring
Gene Wilder
M
Oh come on, Willy Wonka has a lasting and
tender relationship with a sheep. That’s got to count for something.
Essentially a sketch show dragged out to mythic proportions, the cavalcade of
sexual whimsy starts with Woody bobbing a stick with a model of his own head
stuck to the end, dressed as the fool in a BBC afternoon play circa 1976. It’s
a bit rubbish, chastity belt tomfoolery notwithstanding. Luckily there’s
another one a few minutes away, and the further on they get the harder they’ll
make your tonsils shake. Fellini gets pinioned with a penis in Why Do Some Women Have Trouble Reaching An
Orgasm?, whilst the 1950s panel show What’s
My Line gets a semen-stuffed update in What
Are Sex Perverts?, featuring Regis Philbin asking if a flasher is
‘self-contained’ and an elderly Jewish lady chewing pork directly at the
camera. The film builds to a shuddering climax and disappointing pillow-talk
cigarette with Are The Findings of
Doctors and Clinics Who Do Sexual Research and Experiments Accurate? and What
Happens During Ejaculation? respectively, blowing its wad with the former;
the sketch gets increasingly deranged in a brilliant way, perhaps the most
absurd and puerile thing that Allen had produced until Curse of the Jade Scorpion, which was stoopid for a whole different
set of reasons. There’s nothing profound here, no great dark truth to his
cackle like he’d go on to find, but it’s all the more amusing for it. It’s tit
jokes and cross dressing and wanking. But a lot of it’s funny, and the last
sketch features Burt Reynolds as the systems operator of a man’s libido, living
in his head and telling him how to fuck. JUST LIKE EVERY MAN IN REAL LIFE.
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