Flush
(1977)
Director: Andrew J.
Kuehn
Cast: William Callaway, William Bronder, Jeannie Linero
Sometimes you have to admire low budget filmmakers not
just for their
gall, but for their ambition as well. Flush is a movie
where
at least you have to be impressed by this. That is because this movie
is
nothing but a blatant rip-off of It's A Mad Mad Mad Mad World.
An incredibly blatant rip-off. And It's A Mad Mad Mad Mad World
was hardly a cheap movie to make, so you have to at least be impressed
by the fact the filmmakers here were determined to pull it off with the
little money they had. Well, they did complete the movie, but when the
most the movie offers at once is a race involving three cars and one
airplane
- and with only one or two occupants in each of these transportation
vehicles
- it can't help but be kind of underwhelming to watch. Especially when
the highway the cars and the bouncing airplane are racing on is
obviously
an abandoned runway the production team lucked on finding. (Lucky for
them,
not us.)
And as I said, that's the highlight of the movie. Flush
is a painful comedy, one where you would feel embarrassment for the
actors
if you weren't feeling such hostility towards their characters. The
whole
movie is incredibly, unbelievably unfunny. Oh, I admit it - there was
one
honest attempt at humor during the course of the movie that I laughed
at.
It was the gag in the nightclub kitchen involving a gun stuck on
someone's
finger. That was fairly clever. And I admit that I was so starved for
laughs,
I chuckled occasionally at some attempts at humor obviously conjured up
during post production (where no doubt the filmmakers saw what a lousy
film they had.) These attempts at humor come from the peculiar noises
that
are dubbed in. There are a few chicken clucks at some random bits, we
hear
the MOOOO! of a cow when we see a woman with big breasts, and
when
drawers are opened in an old crumbling building, we hear the shrieks
and
howls of the kind you heard from those haunted house sound F/X records
you listened to as a kid. There are also noises blurting on the
soundtrack
when one of the characters says one of the many naughty words in the
script
(and there are many.) For example, when gas station owner Mr. Rosewater
shrieks, "No gas, no piss!" at a couple who have stopped at his station
so she can use the facilities, a cartoon PLOP! noise is mixed
in
his utterance of "piss". As you can imagine, it gets tired pretty
quickly
when we keep hearing BOING!, SCREECH!, HONK!,
etc.
when one of the characters utters a naughty word. It can't be
censorship,
because not only can we still hear the words mixed with the cartoon
sounds,
the sound editor didn't bother to "censor" half of the countless dirty
words the actors utter, including some of the more harsher language.
Speaking of the character of Mr. Rosewater, Flush
makes
the same mistake that IAMMMMW made: unsympathetic
characters.
The difference is that in IAMMMMW, the characters could
be
funny - Phil Silvers' dirty-dealing character was always funny, and I
still
get a laugh thinking about the fist fight between the Englishman and
the
American he was with. So although there were no characters in IAMMMMW
I definitely wanted to see get the treasure, a number of the characters
still had a lovable side to them. The same can't be said for virtually
all of the characters in Flush. Not only do they
constantly
spout off four-lettered words, they are mean, vicious, and cruel. A
feeling
of hostility almost seems to be pouring out of their ears. They are all
so unlikable, at the end of the movie there seems to be no logic as to
the fate each character gets. If the characters were rearranged to
their
fates, there would be no real difference. It's strange what the movie
does
to the two promising characters (a construction worker and a
mortician),
who are introduced later in the movie. Though they are not really
funny,
at least the actors playing them put a little life into these
character,
and they are not especially annoying. So what does the movie do with
them?
It has them written out long before the movie ends. I have to wonder if
the real reason they were written out was because of budgetary
concerns.
Another thing I object to the characters in the movie is
that they are
frequently unimaginative and offensive stereotypes. An interlude in a
gay
bar has a guy dressed in drag and talking as precious as Rex Reed, and
the Mexicans that appear when the action goes south of the border are
shown
as mustache-sporting overweight dimwits or as siesta-sleeping peasants
in sombreros. There is some promise with the introduction of the
Bulgarian
hijacker, but he is just saddled with the tiresome comic device of
mangling
the English language ("What is fat idea?", "In game of life, I play by
myself alone", and the inevitable mention of "jacking off".) Speaking
of
bad humor, there are an incredible number of gags to do with excrement,
many provided by one of the people in the chase driving a truck full of
raw sewage. The driver of this honey wagon squirts this sewage on the
windshield
of a pursuing car not just once, but twice in the movie, and no
part of the process is hidden from our eyes.
Four paragraphs have gone by, and I haven't even got to
describing the
plot of the movie. As I've previously stated, it's a rip-off of IAMMMMW.
In
1952, billionaire William Randolph Hughes (ha ha) placed several boxes
around the American southwest, burying the first box with the
instructions,
"Each box has instructions to the next," with the promise of his lost
fortune
at the end. It's interesting that except for the first box (uncovered
when
Mr. Rosewater's septic tank - yeah, you guessed it - blows up)
and
for one encased in a giant avocado (don't ask), the other boxes are in
plain view by the people who have them in their businesses and have never
opened
them, even though they knew they belonged to Hughes. Unbelievable?
Well,
how about believing that the movie has the gall to copy the
discovery-of-the-giant-"W"
from IAMMMMW, substituting a giant "X" instead, and
somehow
manages to direct the discovery of the giant letter in the most inept
fashion
possible? How about production values that allow the antenna of the
camera
car to stick in very noticeably into the frame? A variety of
bizarre
"wipes" from one scene to another? An ending that doesn't feel
finished?
Though I have seen plenty of bad movies, I think I would have had a
hard
enough time believing all of this had I not seen the movie for myself.
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