Perfect Fit (1999) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) and Tuna |
We
can't really say thumbs up, but we don't say thumbs down either. We
both enjoyed this film in certain ways.
Scoop's comments: "Perfect Fit" is another one of those Blockbuster exclusives. Michael is a dweeb, a face in the crowd. One day he gets up enough nerve to go up to the sexiest woman in a cool bar and say "I would do anything if you were my girlfriend". As movie luck would have it, she's a complete wacko, and this is music to her ears. She needs a partner for a crime spree that involves running men over with a Nash Metropolitan and stealing their jeans. Most men won't hear of it, even to get into her panties, but Michael sees it as his chance to go from being one of the guys in line to the one that the bouncer escorts in personally. |
Very dark-toned blacker-than-black comedy with an original musical score. Better than I expected, and far more sophisticated than I expected from this zero budget production. In some ways it is a better movie and funnier than the big-budget American Psycho, although obviously cut from the same cloth .You can view it as a softcore with the best script ever in a softcore, or as a grade-b with a twisted sense of humor and plenty of nudity. Either way, it's OK. And you have to love a movie that features Kato Kaelin as himself. |
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Tuna's
comments in yellow:
I am reduced to doing Blockbuster rental only stuff. This one started as dismally as the others, chronicling a young man in LA who wants desperately to be popular by getting the ideal girlfriend to go clubbing with. Miracle of miracles, he manages to get Maria Ford to go home with him, and she seems like she is going to stay. Then, about 30 minutes into the film, it became a black comedy with a great premise and some truly funny moments. Ford, it seems, has a jean fetish. She influences Alexander Polinsky to help her kill people and steal their "perfect jeans." Jeans, it seems, are the key to happiness. |
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Mary Woronov plays a small part as Polinsky's mother, who thinks she killed his soul due to poison breast milk, and now lives as a "germophobe" wearing surgical masks, rubber gloves and saran wrap. One priceless bit was watching Polinsky trying to blow out the candles on his birthday cake through a surgical mask. Don't get me wrong, this is a terrible film, except when measured against the Blockbuster exclusives, but it has it's moments, and probably aspired to be a good black comedy. The cast is competent. If they could have gotten into the plot quicker, and worked a lot more comedy into it, it would have had a chance at a theatrical release. | ||||
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