An astronaut dozes off before landing and dreams a
lunar paradise ruled by a telepathic goddess who is the secretary at work he
never noticed.
The expedition is financed by a late uncle in the
fur business.
The full moon in a dark sky opens to reveal a
porthole in the rocket hatch.
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I’m moonin’ over you, my little moon doll, With a sad and broken heart; I’m moonin’ over you, my little moon doll, For soon the time will come to part. I’m cryin’ over you, my little angel, Who lives high in the sky; I’m cryin’ over you, my little angel, For back to Earth I soon must fly. I lost my love to a moon doll Who dances on a star; I lost my love to a moon doll, And my heart still bears a burning scar. I long for you, my little moon doll, A nymph in the pale moonlight; I pine for you, my little moon doll, For it’s you who make the moon so bright, For it’s you who make the moon so bright. |
Diary of a Nudist
A variant of the
one about the old lady who complained to the police about a man undressing
outside her window. “I don’t see anything,” says the detective. “Of course
not,” the old lady replies, “go up to the attic window with these binoculars.”
A newspaper
editor out hunting stumbles on a nudist camp. Shocked, he returns to the office
sixty miles away and sends his top reporter, who happens to be female,
undercover for an exposé.
Which is the
occasion for Wishman sublimities.
Disappointed at
her reports, he goes there himself, writes in favor of the rassurante
activité, and declares his love.
Blaze Starr Goes Nudist
To get away from
the hot lights of Hollywood, a variant of Wishman’s previous Diary of a Nudist.
Beautiful Titra
dubbing, beautiful Eastman Color, sublime Sunny Palms Lodge in Homestead,
Florida.
Great little jazz
score, swinging.
Her agent and fiancé
follows her to find out where she goes on weekends, her press agent is irate. “Well!
Of all the contemptible—”
And D.W. is on
the warpath.
Duchamp’s game of
chess, outdoors.
“This is the gratitude
I get for all I’ve done for you!”
“...You’re more
interested in your ten percent commission than you are in me.”
Daniel Wolf (or
Wolff) the studio chief spends his weekends incommunicado...
Blaze Starr (née
Belle Fleming) signs on the dotted line, the great artiste.
My Brother’s Wife
Charm of the
real, the naked anecdote.
Titra Sound, La dolce vita, charm of art.
A Lubitsch
equation.
Notable camera
innovations are crowned with a double shadow play at the centerpoint.
A film of
classical shape and poise.
“THE END” on a
blurry television screen.
“Eahhh, he’ll get over it.”
The dyke cousin
rounds off the formula.
Central Park
well-seen and photographed. Great Wishman score, jazz and modern.
“This must be a
bad dream. If it is, I don’t want to awaken.” A suicide with a faintly puzzled
victim.
Indecent Desires
The magic of a ring
and a doll on an office worker with a beau.
This has been
acknowledged as a work of genius, and no more need be said.
Deadly Weapons
Hitchcock’s
preparation in Frenzy and Cassavetes’
(or Lumet’s) analysis in Gloria do
not eclipse the original genius of Wishman’s masterpiece.
She is the cat’s
twat of directors, beginning with the star reflected as the Earth goddess, and
in sum total making an erotic poem beyond compare, of the highest order.
Critics say
abstain.
The Immoral Three
Hotter Than Hell
Daughters of the
enemy, their mother a greedy agent for the AIC, Agent 73, who leaves an
inheritance.
They track down
her murderer, in New York, Las Vegas, Fresno, Miami, per the instructions in
her will.
“This is much,
much better than Mission: Impossible,”
says the eldest.
The screenplay is
assuredly a masterpiece for its revelations of character and plot delivered so
casually in the search for suspects.