Title: "Box Lunch"? hmmm, someone was reading early Florence King
Product review: Hollywood tomatoes cavorting with Rip Taylor and Professor Irwin Corey (taking time off from accepting awards for Thomas Pynchon) so you've got shtick up the wazoo. This film isn't so much a cinematic capturing of the swinging 60s as it is a record of the death of burlesque. It reminded me of The Buggles "Video Killed the Radio Star" and The Simpsons episode "Bart After Dark" (featuring a tribute to Sheckey Greene), where the consequences of Venus never becoming Hera because of Ortho are spelled out with Marilyn impersonators and double entendres flying. The only things missing was a bump and grind score, a light up bow tie, and a punchline rim shot from a bored drummer.
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