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Sorry, this movie sucks

hyped garbage

This is a coming of age storyline that you've seen in one form or another for decades. It takes a truly unique voice to make yet another one worth watching.

Very good movie overall, highly recommended. Most of the negative reviews don't have any merit and are all pollitically based. Give this movie a chance at least, and it might give you a different perspective.

Considering that 'Chatterbox' has such a lurid central premise it came as a grand surprise to find that this amusing film deals with its gynecological conceit so chastely and with such effective humour. I can imagine that John Water's would find much to amuse among all the cod(piece) Busby Berkely song N' dance shibazz, but the grease palmed contingent are unlikely to find much stimuli amongst all the, quite frankly, Carry On, carrying's on. Once our perky protagonist discovers that her previously dormant vagina now strives for decidedly vocal autonomy the film becomes an amusing parody of that most Hollywood cliché; the tabloid expose of a wide-eyed ingénue's initial exposure to the ingratiating hoopla that comes with swiftly found celebrity. Much of the comedy of 'Chatterbox' is bawdy with an over reliance of genital metaphor; but it has to be said that everyone's favorite 70's nymphet, Candice Rialson has never been quite so adorable as the flaxen-haired vixen with the permanently sarcastic diva nu-nu. These Rabelaisian goings on remind me of vintage, Russ Meyer; due to the earthy badinage and overtly rigorous and broad comedic performances, especially from the none-more-gay, Rip Taylor. For me 'Chatterbox'is a genuine find, as for once the individual behind the lens hasn't merely exaggerated the lowest common denominator to appease the furtive, nimble-wristed patrons of some Times Square scuzz palace; and much like the previously mentioned, Meyer, Tom De Simone opts for a more skillful, idiosyncratic take on all this low brow ribaldry. It is nice to have one's cynical preconceptions so wondrously confounded; and De Simone is to be congratulated for constructing such a frothy, amiable entertainment. 'Chatterbox' is entirely deserving of resurrection and one can only hope that a pristine print appears at some juncture; since, Candice Rialson's delightful, chattering box deserves a far grander diorama from which we can admire her singular endowments. Special mention must be made of Neil Sedaka's zippy, and damnably funky soundtrack; definitely one for a re-release!

A young woman who works in a beauty parlor (Candice Rialson) discovers that her vagina can talk, which causes her no end of trouble.Although American International Pictures may be best known for their low budget horror and Roger Corman films, they were not afraid to make a quick buck here or there from something a bit racier. And this is definitely racy. While not the "soft-core pornography" that some have labeled it, the lead actress is naked for a good portion of the film and the very plot simply cannot be PG.Unlike vagina dentata, whatever happened to Penelope is hard to explain -- apparently her female parts not only have a voice (and hence vocal chords, a tongue, and whatnot) but also eyes and ears, because Virginia seems to know a whole lot about what is being said and done around her...Candice Rialson has something of her own interesting history. While she did some real acting, such as in "The Eiger Sanction" (1975) and "Logan's Run" (1976), she ended up getting typecast as a "sex kitten" and ultimately died prematurely at age 54. As an odd consolation, Quentin Tarantino based a character off of her in "Jackie Brown", no doubt in part inspired by "Chatterbox".Director Tom DeSimone is the ultimate mystery, and no one seems to even know how old he is. He started out in adult films, moved to exploitation, and then rose to horror, making a few memorable flicks (most notably "Hell Night" with Linda Blair). How he was able to transition to legitimate director is beyond me, but well played, good sir.

Sweet hairdresser Penny Pittman (a typically charming and radiant performance by lovely blonde 70's drive-in cinema starlet Candice Rialson) discovers that her vagina can talk and sing. Penny's helpful agent/psychiatrist Dr. Pearl (affably essayed by Larry Gelman) turns Penny and her foul-mouthed speaking cervix (who's affectionately named Virginia) into an unlikely reluctant celebrity: Penny and Virginia appear as guests on Professor Irwin Corey's TV show, record a funky hit disco song called "Wang Dang Doodle," have sex with a whole high school basketball team, pop up on a game show, and star in a musical porno feature surrounded by dancing and singing men dressed up in chicken costumes (this latter particular jaw-dropping sequence rates as the definite gut-busting surreal highlight of the entire picture). Director Tom DeSimone, working from a cheerfully crass and silly script by Mark Rosin and Norman Yonemoto, milks a lot of infectiously naughty laughs out of the one-joke premise, maintains a zippy pace throughout, and keeps the raunchiness at bay by effectively creating a surprisingly zany and good-natured tone. Besides the talking vagina gimmick, we also get hilariously bawdy jokes about predatory lesbians, preening homosexuals, and, of course, sex. The ravishing Rialson just barely manages to retain her dignity in the rather thankless lead role and bares her lovely body as often as possible. The supporting cast is likewise up to par: Perry Bullington as Penny's clumsy nice guy lover Ted, Jane Kean as Penny's proud, supportive mother Eleanor Pittman, Rip Taylor as Penny's effeminate gay boss Mr. Jo, Cynthia Hoppenfeld as Penny's loyal best gal pal Linda Ann, Michael Taylor as hunky romantic stud Dick, and Robert Lipton as pretentious hardcore film director Jon David. Tak Fujimoto's polished cinematography gives the movie a nice slick look. Moreover, the boom mike dips into the top of the frame at alarmingly frequent intervals. A choice wacky chunk of vintage 70's lowbrow humor.

Wow! What a horrible movie! It's so bad, it's funny. If you really want to see something that is -A) In poor tasteB) Contains REALLY bad actingC) Makes you want to scream ...then this is your movie! It's not a film you will forget any time soon.