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The Christian Licorice Store (1971)

R | | Drama, Comedy | November 1971 (USA)
A tennis champion falls in with the Hollywood crowd. He soon finds himself being corrupted by the life in the fast lane.

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Cane
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Cynthia
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Jonathan 'JC' Carruthers
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Monroe
Anne Randall ...
Texas Girl
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Joseph
Jaclyn Hellman ...
Mary
'Butch' Bucholtz ...
Himself
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Himself
Dido Renoir ...
Herself
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P.C. Stayne
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Smallwood
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McGhee
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Robin
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Franklin Cane is a red-hot professional tennis player who climbs the ladder of success with his trainer, Jonathan, at his side. Jonathan was once considered the greatest American tennis player and intends to guide Franklin to the high-road. Franklin does not transcend the interest he has in local Hollywood-type parties littered with has-beens, wannabes and think-they-ares. It is there that he meets Cynthia, a pretty photographer who makes a living photographing people like French filmmaker Jean Renoir and taking production photos of commercials. Cane becomes slowly seduced by the fast-track life and, when Jonathan suddenly passes away in his sleep, he succumbs to a lifestyle that is completely devoid of morality. He drops off Cynthia at the side of the road, so to speak, and continues driving to a bleak, uncertain future. Written by thustlebird

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The world is yours if you're a winner.

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Drama | Comedy

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Rated R for some sexuality/nudity | See all certifications »
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November 1971 (USA)  »

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Film debut of McLean Stevenson. See more »

Quotes

Hollywood Party Guests: We were gonna cast Lee Marvin, the new great American star. But we couldn't get him so I want to my assistant and said, "Do what you think is right but cast this thing!" Two days later, he calls me back and says, "I've got someone." And I say, "Sensational. Who?"... and he says "Julie Newmar."
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The opening credits are contained in the movie-within-the-movie when the party-goers are summoned to the theater room of the swanky house. While they roll, two audience members discuss various items of business and an unruly doctor. See more »

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References The Dirty Dozen (1967) See more »

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Pleasant Street
Written and Performed by Tim Buckley
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Smart chit-chat, elegiac remembrances...otherwise, clichéd and insubstantial
14 August 2017 | by (las vegas, nv) – See all my reviews

Beau Bridges plays a professional tennis player who is both bemused by and indifferent to his fame and fortune; he's cocky when he's riding high but, when faced with a stronger opponent on the court or when dealing with his long-time coach's death, he becomes detached and morose. Mired in self-alienation, he wakes up one morning after a party in an empty swimming pool (it's that kind of movie). Maud Adams plays Bridges' girlfriend, a successful photographer, and she puts up with a lot (after he treats her badly for missing a parking space, she still tells him she loves him). This introspective drama, directed by James Frawley and written by Floyd Mutrux, is handsomely-produced, artistically shot (by David Butler) and features some flashy editing, but it doesn't add up to much. Mutrux's literate, sometimes sharp and sometimes moving dialogue is far stronger than his plot or his characters. The writer gives Gilbert Roland (as the aging coach) a terrific speech, reminiscing about the good old days of the 1930s, but feckless Bridges is not someone we warm to. Adams looks like a saint (a very beautiful saint) for staying with this man as long as she does. Frawley has attentive eyes--he captures uncanny little bits of life going on around the central twosome that are refreshingly real--but he also sets up a dead-end dream sequence on a white tennis court with black walls that is fatuous padding, and he fails to dodge Mutrux's story clichés (including a tepid finish) so that they stick out obtrusively. ** from ****


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