Lord Love A Duck (1966)
With modern society and culture undergoing massive upheavals in the 60's, social satire began to seep into the zeitgeist. It took awhile for Hollywood and the studios to take notice of the emerging self mockery that had plenty of targets to pick from....the collapse of sexual taboos, the youth revolution, the onslaught of new technologies and the long overdue exposure of all the "powers that be" as lying jerks without a clue.
Writer-director George Axelrod's tongue-in-cheek credentials were already well established - screenplays for "The Manchurian Candidate", "How To Murder Your Wife", "Paris When It Sizzles", "Will Success Spoil Rock Hunter?", "Breakfast At Tiffany's", and "The Seven Year Itch".
This time around, Axelrod was out skewer no less than the entire American social fabric and 'Lord Love A Duck" plays out like a 105 minute 'Saturday Night Live' episode where most of the skits either go on too long or don't land from the start.
It's a gasping, grasping mess of a movie, but there's one shining star that dazzles in this sea of failed spoofery.......the luminous, ultimate Manic Pixie Dream Girl herself, Tuesday Weld.
Weld's bubbly, volcanically sexy high schooler jailbait became her signature role and persona throughout the 60's and to quote the James Bond song, nobody did it better.
As tight sweater obsessed Barbara Ann, she's found her very own mentor-devil in fellow student outcast Alan 'Mollymuck' Musgrave (played by Roddy McDowall, about 18 years too old to be playing a high school student but giving it a hell of try....)
Like a perverse Genie to Barbara Ann's Aladdin, Mollymuck arranges, one way or another, to grant the budding Lolita-on-steroids all her wishes for popularity and fame. Along the way, the film takes potshots at beach movies, Hollywood moguls, imbecilic parents, snotty preppies, fake pious preachers, obsessive consumerism, assorted authority figures, and in one incredible scene, pedophile educators.....(we won't even describe the moment where the drooling overwrought school Principal (Harvey Korman) almost brings himself to orgasm as Barbara Ann speaks of her glorious sweater collection).
We'd love nothing more than to report all this stuff comes off as funny as it sounds.....some of it does, to be sure....some of it doesn't. With the cast wildly overplaying, the film takes on the appearance of a rogue Jerry Lewis movie, where every joke and performance is delivered with a sledgehammer, just to make sure we're all 'getting it'. We get it, George, we get it.
(In true American International fashion, Axelrod pads out the running time with repeated footage of bikini girls and beach boys gyratin' their hips while the pop vocals keep repeating ,' Hey, hey, hey!' Only a few seconds of it qualifies as amusing.....
We can't say the film's a total loss (like Roger Corman's shapeless scattershot satire 'Gas-s-s-s' which we reviewed 4/29/26. Tuesday Weld, always a wonder to watch in Manic Pixie action, defies you to take your eyes off her. And every so often, George Axelrod even manages to hit one of the many 60's foibles he took aim at. (and at some point, you can spot Ruth Gordon trying out her raspy-voiced old lady gargoyle character that served her so well in 'Rosemary's Baby')
Somewhere in the chaos, Roddy McDowell's Mollymauk muses on Weld's Barbra Ann...."whose deepest, most heartfelt yearnings express with a kind of touching lyricism the total vulgarity of our time..."
If only the movie had been as good expressing that vulgarity as well as Barbara Ann.....
2 & 1/2 stars (**1/2). Nice effort, anyway....and Lord knows the 60's had it comin'.....