Doris Wishman at her best. Post-modern continuity. Shots of shoes and feet galore. Beautiful women doing housework in negligees and high-heels. Beautiful, scantily clad women smiting evil-doing men with ceramic ashtrays. Doors that can be entered and left simultaneously. A police detective coming out of the closet (literally) to his mother. Ever-looping sound tracks and music. Acting that redefines the craft. Cool, cool jazz. And we know that our heroine will endlessly repeat this day until she figures out how to keep her husband from working on Saturdays. An American classic.
Asking for ten lines on this film, Is like asking for ten lines of haiku. Are there ten lines of actual dialogue? Were there ten minutes of a score? Were there even ten hours of filming? The Devine Doris cannot be confined to more than ten lines.
Asking for ten lines on this film, Is like asking for ten lines of haiku. Are there ten lines of actual dialogue? Were there ten minutes of a score? Were there even ten hours of filming? The Devine Doris cannot be confined to more than ten lines.