(1971)

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6/10
Hobbs was a maniac
BandSAboutMovies24 September 2020
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Fredric Hobbs made some strange movies, that's for sure. Only three are available - this one, Godmonster of Indian Flats and Alabama's Ghost - and none of them are alike other than the fact that all three are movies made by either someone who was an artist, borderline insane or probably both.

Adam (E. Kerrigan Prescott) is a rock star - his big song is "You Cannot Fart Around With Love" - who has become obsessed with the Hieronymus Bosch painting The Garden of Earthly Delights. It's led to him becoming unable to perform sexually and, as such, he must steal pornography.

So he does what any sex addict shouldn't and gets a job at a burlesque theater, which ends with him stripping down to just his panties, which leads to him going into the psych ward. He can't pay for therapy, but he doesn't have a singing career without going through it. But suddenly, he falls for a nurse and we have a way too long softcore scene between them.

That's when things get weird.

Hieronymus Bosch, who is now black and played by Christopher Brooks (Alabama from Alabama's Ghost), arrives for exposition that tells us that it's really the future and our hero - or whatever he is to us - is the new Adam after a future war and the painting is really his future, once he escapes from the doctor, who is now spraying the world with deadly gas. It ends as it must. with Adam and Eve making love on a giant flower and repopulating the world.

Say what?

This movie is totally 1971, an art film that hasn't made any more sense with age. I wouldn't have it any other way. Every Hobbs experience has made me question my own sanity, which is more than you should expect for an exploitation film about the evils of pornography.
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Very dated (and very odd) psychedelic satire.
yeahman12 February 2000
A sex-crazed ex-singer is forced to undergo psychiatric counseling; it seems he's addicted to stealing pornographic films. Flashbacks soon inform us that he fell into disgrace after performing a risque song-and-dance number on the Ed Sullivan Show. Then we get an extremely lengthy (it's in slow motion) dream sequence, in which our hero frolics with a gang of jungle women dressed in what looks like prehistoric S&M gear. And then... well, more goofy stuff happens. That's just the beginning of this rambling, spaced-out ode to... I don't know--drugs? Actually, the movie does begin making sense--I think--as its (not to be revealed here) "message" gradually emerges. But it all grows tedious after the first 25 minutes or so. The acting runs the full range from barely acceptable to awful, and, for all the weirdness, the movie is never really funny. For fans of hippie-era strangeness only.
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7/10
"You Cannot F*&k Around With Love."
kls-28 April 2010
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My oh my; what a trip it was. I loved it, back in the day, but that might have had something to do with all the fun involved in the filming. If you get a chance, it's definitely worth seeing.

It definitely partook of the era, "When anything was possible and very little was probable." Yes, "psychedelic era strangeness," that's a *good* thing to many of us who lived it.

The song referenced as the "summary" above was (as I recall) the main title, played over credits at closing. The image showed the protagonist bound on a raft, drifting away, in the position of being a "human vase," with a rose between his nether cheeks.

It certainly would be loverly if it were available to be viewed somewhere, but I can't imagine that it is.
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