The career of writer, producer, and director
Floyd Mutrux took another strange turn with The
Hollywood Knights, a shameless—and shapeless—imitation of American Graffiti (1973) with none of
that picture’s deft characterization and sociopolitical weight. The movie also
cops from Animal House (1978) by
depicting anarchistic youth-run-wild vulgarity. Whereas Mutrux’s earlier
directorial efforts explored such themes as ambition, disconnection, drugs, and
music, The Hollywood Knights is an
ensemble sex comedy without any recognizable sense of purpose. The movie has
endured on cable and home video largely because some its players achieved fame
elsewhere, notably Tony Danza (a costar of the sitcom Taxi at the time this film was made) and Michelle Pfeiffer (who
found her breakout role three years later in Brian De Palma’s gonzo drug epic Scarface). Yet it says a lot about The Hollywood Knights that the film’s
real star is obnoxious standup-comedian-turned-character-actor Robert Wuhl, who
made his big-screen debut here. As goes Wuhl’s charmless performance, so goes
the rest of the picture.
Set in 1960s Beverly Hills, the movie tracks the
adventures of the Hollywood Knights, a white gang devoted to antagonizing cops,
getting laid, and making mischief. The Knights’ principal prankster, Newbomb
Turk (Wuhl), takes endless pleasure in doing things like breaking wind to the
tune of popular songs or depositing flaming bags of excrement at people’s front
doors. You get the idea. Over the course of one chaotic evening, local parents
and police officers try to stop the Knights’ last hurrah, since the burger
joint that serves as the gang’s HQ is closing and the gang marks the occasion
with epic buffoonery. The “highlight” is Turk grabbing the microphone at a
school assembly so he can perform “Volare” using flatulence for percussion. The
movie also has anemic romantic subplots. In tiresome scenes that exist almost
completely separate from the rest of the movie, macho Knight Duke (Danza)
struggles to accept that his pretty carhop girlfriend, Suzie Q (Pfeiffer), has
dreams of an acting career and might outgrow him. Elsewhere, Newbomb improbably
talks Sally (future sitcom star Fran Drescher) into a tryst even though she
spends the whole movie whining about how repulsive she finds his antics.
All of
this stuff is brisk and colorful, but none of it is particularly funny. Quite
to the contrary, most of the gags sputter or thud. That said, The Hollywood Knights has a lush visual
style that it doesn’t deserve, because top-shelf cinematographer William A.
Fraker, the six-time Oscar nominee who shot Hollywood classics including Rosemary’s Baby (1968), lensed all five
features that Mutrux directed.
The
Hollywood Knights: FUNKY
1 comment:
Even visually, "obnoxious" is a great description of Wuhl. With a different lead, this might of been slightly less terrible.
Poster art by Harvey Kurtzman and Will Elder!
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