Waste of time

Truly Dreadful Film

Mostly, the movie is committed to the value of a good time.

Blistering performances.

Jordon Oliver (Bob Dishy) has been fired from his job for embezzling. His wife Clarice (Joanna Barnes) wants a divorce and Jordon does a lousy Bogart impersonation. He plans on taking out a million dollar policy on her and then bump her off. But first he must have a doctor examine her...without her knowing it. Enter a young Pat Morita. Jordon contracts Bill Dana to do the job, but then changes his mind when he discovers the doctor is a fraud and he doesn't have a policy. Unfortunately Bill Dana has subcontracted the work to someone who has subcontracted the work and so on. Jordan and his entourage run around acting zany as if this was an early 1960's film.The film has many second tier comedians of the era. Unfortunately the comedy it tried to create, didn't make it. It spoofs mafia films, but not too well. Available on a 50 DVD pack of the Swinging Seventies.Guide: No swearing, sex, or nudity

Hi, I'm Mark Kermode of the BBC. When not inexplicably getting paid to tell you what I thought about films, I like to trawl through my Mill Creek box sets for undiscovered gems. Today's film is I Wonder Who's Killing Her Now. I'm going to tell you about it now. Also, did you know it takes me five hours to get my quiff looking perfect?This horrifying and intriguing indictment of the exceptional angst arising from modern man's desire for material goods may superficially present itself as a terribly unfunny comedy about a man trying to call off a hit on his wife, but there's so much more going on here. Also, I regularly knock one out to recorded images of myself reviewing films. I'm that good. Take for instance the Caucasian actor who is pretending to be an Indian (like I pretend to know more about films than you do). This is clearly a metaphor for Hollywood's insecurities regarding the rise of the Bollywood film, and paves the way for Fisher Stevens' similar role in Short Circuit. We all know now that the irony was that Fisher himself was a white guy being played by an actual Indian actor (Fishinder Stevdeep), but I'm sure at the time this was a sincere gesture on the screenwriter's part. Like I'm sincere when spouting complete garbage for BBC viewers waiting to see the weather forecast.Also, gaze with somnambulent wonder at the multi-layered humour here. The fat jokes, the midget jokes, the transvestite jokes, all of these are cheeky, yet relevant predictions of the future. We are all now image obsessed, and the scene where the Bela Lugosi guy is trying to transplant an old woman's brain into a young woman's body raises not laughs, but the hairs on the back of one's neck. I keep jars of the drool that comes out of my mouth when appearing on the BBC and smear it on the stars I meet at premieres. For some reason. We are truly in the realm of Andy Kauffman's 'anti-comedy' here. You are not laughing at this film. This film is laughing at you. Like Fellini's Intervista, this is a subtle look at the entertainment industry and shouldn't be missed, just like my new book "You are incapable of having subjective opinions regarding films and therefore must rely of a self-important smug non-entity to tell you what films to like", Yours, Mark Kermode.P.S Does my quiff look stupid enough? I sniffed an old woman's underwear once. I'm Mark Kermode. Only I am qualified to tell you what films you should like. Also, I only have one testicle and it looks like a walnut. I'm Mark Kermode.

Oliver is a man in desperate need of money so he decides to have his rich wife killed off. To this end, he hires a man to assassinate her only to later have a change of heart. It turns out, though, that the murder has been sub-contracted downwards via a chain of men, with the price getting cheaper and cheaper. Oliver, therefore, amasses an ever increasing gang of oddballs and eccentrics in his mission to stop the murder he instigated.This silly screwball comedy stars a man with an impressively silly name, the (surely) one and only Bob Dishy. This is possibly the actual funniest aspect connected to this film though, as despite being a relentless farce, it isn't especially amusing. Its plot ensures that it is quite episodic in nature and this means that it's fairly fast paced which certainly helps a bit. While it isn't exactly a successful comedy, it is strange enough to be worth a viewing. It's sort of like a poor man's Mel Brooks, even if some of Mel Brooks' actual films sometimes seem like poor man's Mel Brooks films themselves. But the sheer daftness on display here is sort of endearing to a certain extent and, on the whole, I sort of didn't mind it all that much.

This is one funny flick. It's about the dead-beat husband of a rich woman who, after finding out she's going to divorce him, takes out a life insurance policy on her and hires a hit man (Bill Dana aka Jose Jimenez) to do the dirty work. When he finds out that the insurance policy is invalid, thanks to the incompetant doctor (Pat Morita) who performed the most discreet physical in medical "hystery"! The husband then tries to stop the hit, only to find that it has been sub-contracted about a dozen times! The round up of the (insane, whacky and unlikely) hit men is so funny that my sides hurt when the film finally ended.