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DVD Review: The Telephone Book

 
The Telephone Book
The Telephone Book
The Telephone Book

 
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Release Date: Originally released on October 3rd, 1971; Blu-ray releases on May 7th, 2013
 
MPAA Rating: Unrated
 
Starring: Sarah Kennedy, Margaret Brewster, Roger C. Carmel, Jill Clayburgh, Lucy Lee Flippin, William Hickey
 
Director: Nelson Lyon
 
Writer: Nelson Lyon
 
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The Telephone Book is an assured, complex sex comedy from a time when you could do this sort of thing.

What We Didn't Like


The amateurish (some would say nightmarish) X-rated animation which closes the film.


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Sexually-liberated Alice goes down a different kind of rabbit hole in sleazy 1970s Manhattan searching for the voice on the other end of an obscene phone call we never hear completely, but that presses all of her buttons in The Telephone Book (1971) – an unjustly overlooked, raunchy satire given fresh life by the impressive restoration efforts of upstart DVD/Blu-ray label Vinegar Syndrome – already boasting an initial 2013 slate of cleaned-up, eclectic discoveries – restoring lush, colorful lighting to what were surely scratched, chopped, and oily prints of movies never fated for such meticulous curating.

Watching The Telephone Book surprised me at every turn – trumping even Andy Warhol and Paul Morrissey in its free-free form, light avant-garde, sketch-comedy-style vignettes around one woman’s determined quest for erotic fulfillment (even if it does retain some of the decade’s sexist foundations, it was surely a step in the right direction to even broach the subject of female urges).

The Telephone BookClad in giant, mod sunglasses and always a bit representative and distant, rather than fully-defined as a person, Alice (television actress Sarah Kennedy – bubbly, blonde, girlish in that Goldie Hawn way) lounges around unclothed in an ingeniously-designed pop-art loft, surrounded by wallpaper of folks assuming many of Dr. Alex Comfort’s positions and a bed draped conspicuously with the American flag –we’re definitely in the same symbolic, mocking territory covered by Jean-Luc Godard, Warhol, American ex-patriots William Klein (Who are You, Polly-Magoo? [1966]) and Radley Metzger (The Lickerish Quartet [1970]).

The decor and ennui of The Telephone Book owes a debt to those counter-culture trend-makers, but the playful atmosphere and approach of the film is perhaps more directly an evolution of the nose-thumbing comedy of TV’s Laugh-In, the early “funny” ones of Brian De Palma starring Robert De Niro (Greetings 1968, Hi Mom! [1970]), and particularly the proudly-pervy writing of Buck Henry (Candy [1968], Is There Sex After Death? [1971]). Gaining initial fame with his screenplay for The Graduate (1967) and then through a series of leering, horny, caricatures commenting on the male id in his appearances in movies and on early Saturday Night Live, Henry was a minor pioneer in teasing out American culture’s reticence to talk openly about sex.

The Telephone BookThe Telephone Book shares with Buck Henry and company a joy in the innocent discoveries of pleasure rather than the darker intentions of New York’s art luminaries at the time – director Morrissey’s guttural, bowery cult classics of Warhol’s fringe-dwellers (some of whom also appear here) derive humor from oddball characters, outlaw behavior, and bad-taste provocations – bleak comedies of deep pain, addiction, and identity crises. Fashion photographer-turned-director Klein threw plenty of big, kooky ideas at the wall, railing against political, domestic, and gender hypocrisies in his French-set pop-art experiments, but while they are fun and singular in their way, as entertainments the movies are rather analytical and chilly.

After Alice hears the disembodied heavy breathing and torrid come-on’s of her dreams (the snatches we do hear are surreal, hilarious non-sequiturs) from a man we only see as an unsettling mouth in a phone booth, she is determined to find this intriguing creeper identifying himself only as “John Smith…I’m in the phone book.”

The path to find her aural delighter (“It was only a phone call, but it was a work of art!” she enthuses) takes Alice through a decayed, red-light 42nd Street district in a series of episodic adventures: encountering an imposter “John Smith” wearing Groucho glasses and auditioning a bedful of starlets for his return to stag-film glory as the great “Har Poon”; famed old-man actor William Hickey (National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation [1989]) appears later as a young man plagued with the effects of Viagara three decades too early). On a subway ride Alice offers a feminist twist when confronted with the old “flasher” gag – detour vignettes that remind me of the loose, inquisitive, playfully-aggressive nature of notorious Czech New Wave classic I Am Curious (Yellow) (1967). These detours eventually lead to the man behind the voice behind a really creepy pig-mask (which I assume symbolize male chauvinism, but he merely claims “I’m theatrical”) laying down his philosophy to an enraptured Alice in an extended digression into male thought and libido that proves The Telephone Book to be an incisive, abstract take on the era’s reshaped mores and their effects on the American male psyche.

The Telephone BookDirector Nelson Lyon’s best attribute is in keeping everything at a comedic pitch, even though the film is set in a dark, decayed city in complicated times – he subverts slightly-dated concerns by keeping his movie lively and enjoyable with visual variety, symbolic set designs, capable (often hammy) acting, and curveballs like the amateurish (some would say nightmarish) X-rated animation which closes the film.

The Telephone Book is an assured, complex sex comedy from a time when you could do this sort of thing; it will surely find a deserved cult of appreciation thanks to the glittering Blu-ray from a new company with a growing buzz from cult movie fans around their well-selected, meticulously-restored B-movie roster.


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Gregory Fichter

Gregory Fichter

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Greg toiled for years in the hallowed bowels of the legendary Thomas Video and has studied cinema as part of the Concentration for Film Studies and Aesthetics at Oakland University. He has hosted the cult movie night “Celluloid Sundays” at The Belmont in Hamtramck, MI. and enjoys everything from High Trash to Low Art.

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