| My Breakfast With Blassie (1983) |
| Directed by Linda Lautrec & Johnny Legend. Featuring Andy Kaufman, and 'Classy' Freddie Blassie. |
| Mister Fred Blassie in a breakfast mess... REM, Man On The Moon. Love or hate Andy Kaufman, this is a great film. It�s got Fred Blassie and who can honestly say professional wrestling isn�t what sport should always be about - entertainment. I love professional wrestling. Kaufman meets Blassie for breakfast and what starts off as an intended spoof of My Dinner With Andre (Louis Malle, 1981), ends up finding it�s own place in the cinema vault of legends. It�s a slow-paced, no budget, no action flick that draws you in. Applys the pop-rivets. Kaufman, sporting a neckbrace from his recent wrestling encounter with Jerry �The King� Lawler, leads Blassie in a conversation that is the ultimate, it�s about nothing , gag. Forget Seinfeld. This goes where neurotic New York apartment humour is yet to tread. Blassie is smooth, believable, and lovable - although many wouldn�t run to him for a conversation, there�d be a queue to hug him when push came to shove. Kaufman is awkward, edgy and wonders in and out of little ego-psycho rants. About fame. His. And when they�re both not raving about personal hygiene, they order, eat and interact with patrons. The reason I don�t like to shake hands with nobody is because, ah, I don�t know if they�ve been to the mens room, been to the toilet, maybe they went right through the tissue. This is cutting edge comedy way ahead of its time. It says, as I always say, good cinema is about good ideas and good performance. It�s not about Hollywood. And someone vomits. Which is always nice at breakfast. |
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| Guest Review by Leon Fish. |