How could this film have been passed by during Oscar nominations? Perhaps they didn't understand that Kristina Fulton's expressive instrument is not her voice or her face, but is instead her wriggling butt. Couldn't they see that child-actor Davis could almost read his lines without smiling at the camera? And how could they ignore director Jon Jacobs' daring (and humble) casting decision to cast himself as the mysterious hunk who is lusted after by the sexy witches?
I suspect that the Academy just couldn't see past the superficial rough edges of this film: incredibly inane dialog, laughable acting, and a plot that would be comfortably (and possibly more competently) filmed as pornography.
I suspect that the Academy just couldn't see past the superficial rough edges of this film: incredibly inane dialog, laughable acting, and a plot that would be comfortably (and possibly more competently) filmed as pornography.
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