Reviewed by Andre Dellamorte
I grew up in the video store. My father Ė around the time I was seven or eight Ė bought a betamax. Itís strange, I have no idea if itís a nostalgia or just memories of childhood, but much of it was going to a video store that had beta tapes, and going with my now deceased father as he would rent a porn film, and I would get at least one film for the weekend. More than even going to the theater, or seeing Jaws on TV, thatís how I fell in love with movies.
Two films I was aware of were 1982ís Jekyll and HydeÖ Together Again and 1986ís The Whoopee Boys. But I didnít see them until now.
Jerry Belsonís Jekyll and Hyde is a cocaine film, which the film announces with its opening credit sequence, where the main title is snorted. Mark Blankenfield stars as the titular character, whoís working on a chemical whatever that eventually turns him into a coke snorting fiend who wants to have sex all the time. He has a fiancťe in Beth Armstrong and a whore in Krista Erickson. He gets addicted to the drug, and eventually runs wild, but there is a slight mroal to be had, or something.
I watched this film and didnít laugh at all. It was very sad. When I saw the box cover I never bothered with it (though I did love outrageous comedies at the time), but what has haunted me in the twenty plus years since is the back cover, which had a woman with enormous fake boobs. Iím glad I didnít see it at the time because thereís not a lot of boobies in it, just a nip slip from Elvira. Thereís a couple funny ideas (Chicken sushi), but itís a big miss across the board. I guess I could smell that in my youth. The film comes in anamorphic widescreen (1.78:1) and in 2.0 mono with no extras.
The Whoopee Boys was equally terrible, but the theatrical poster is what makes the film. Oh, my goodness, have you seen it? The two stars are bent over and have their pants and underwear off. Itís like they are about to get fucked in the ass. Itís the greatest poster in the history of ever.
The film is not. Michael OíKeefe and Paul Rodriguez star as the titular makers of whoopee, with OíKeefe falling in love with Elizabeth Arlen when he heads south. She needs to marry someone to save her school, but the only option appears to be a douchebag. So OíKeefe decides to pretend to be high society, and gets lessons from Denholm Elliot on how to fit into the big leagues.
This film is amiable while also not being all that funny. Itís a shame that none of the jokes connect, but thatís just the way of the world, I guess. Thatís not to say Paul Rodriguez doesnít try to be the ur-Cheech, he does, itís just that none of it works. Thereís also comic ringers in Marsha Warfield and Eddie Deezen. But they donít deliver much comic relief. Itís a deeply lame movie. The film is presented anamorphic widescreen (1.78:1) and in 2.0 mono. Extras include two TV spots labeled trailers.