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This is a must-see and one of the best documentaries - and films - of this year.

It really made me laugh, but for some moments I was tearing up because I could relate so much.

If you like to be scared, if you like to laugh, and if you like to learn a thing or two at the movies, this absolutely cannot be missed.

Notorious 70's Golden Age adult cinema icon Linda Lovelace decides to run for president as the chosen candidate of the freshly formed Upright party. Directors Claudio Guzman and Arthur Marks fumble the ball when it comes to the utterly ramshackle narrative, but fortunately keep this infectiously asinine enterprise bouncing along at a constant breakneck pace and maintain a cheerfully puerile kitschy tone that's positively engaging in its unapologetic giddy inanity. The blithely crude script by Jack Margolis is rife with bawdy double entendres, offensive racial stereotypes, leering sexual innuendo, and groan-inducing below the belt jokes. Naturally, Lovelace disrobes with pleasing regularity and participates in a few raunchy simulated sex scenes. The game cast has a field day with the loopy material: Micky Dolenz as a clumsy myopic bus driver, Val Bisoglio as a raving lunatic preacher, Garry Goodrow as a crazy Nazi, Joey Forman as a kooky Chinese guy, Morgan Upton as a lecherous pedophile, and Chuck McCann as a bumbling hitman. Popping up in small roles are Art Metrano as a nutty sheik, Diane Lee Hart as a foxy harem girl, Scatman Crothers as a pool player, and Robbie Lee as a ditsy hillbilly hitchhiker. Although not much of an actress, Lovelace nonetheless has a bubbly and charming enough personality to keep this zany movie humming. A dippy hoot.

It's true that this cheesy flick is manically silly and zips right along with one silly goofy bit after another, but it does have lots of great old 1960s comedians in it. Older folks may recognize Chuck McCann, Joey Forman, Scatman Cruthers, Vaughn Meader, Marty Ingels, Joe E. Ross, and best of all Stanley Myron Handelman, who was a regularly featured comedian on the Dean Martin Variety Show. This movie also has Micky Dolenz of The Monkees in it. It was strange to see one of the best all-time kid show emcees, Chuck McCann play a racist and very lecherous weirdo called "The Assassin". I watched and loved the Chuck McCann show when I was a kid in the early-to mid-1960s. He and Sandy Becker were the all-time best and funniest kid show hosts. Linda Lovelace looks great and very sexy, but unfortunately apparently had no acting skills whatsoever. All in all though, this movie is very watch-able and if you remember those great old comedians the way I do, and you like a little irreverence in your comedy movies, check this one out if you can find it. I wish there was some footage of Stanley Myron Handelman doing his hilarious routine on stage, but alas there isn't. Rest in peace O great one. You are missed.

Deep Throat star Linda Lovelace's one attempt to get out of the porno ghetto and make a mainstream motion picture proves only that the British didn't have a monopoly on bad sex comedies during the 1970s. The premise is fair enough - a convention of all the non-mainstream political factions in the US (American Nazis, gay rights, vegetarians, black power etc.) decide that the only person who they can all agree on as their presidential candidate is, you guessed it, Linda Lovelace. She accepts the challenge (after proving herself to be mentally challenged enough to think that a preacher speaking over a loud-hailer is a call from destiny or God) and the party sets off on a cross-country campaign tour on two cheap buses with Linda Lovelace for President painted on the side.Most of the humour of the film concentrates on exploiting racial and sexual stereotypes: Chinese laundrymen, black hustlers, screaming queens and candy-handing-out perverts. There's an intriguing stream of cameos which suggest that America was still haunted by the images and characters Hollywood sold it in the 1930s (Tarzan, Dracula, W C Fields) but the idea isn't developed. Long episodes at a Southern racist rally (with Linda screwing below the stage), a farm full of Oakie inbreeds and a money grubbing church have promise, although only the last of these really fulfils anything, with its singing preacher prancing on a stage with dancing girls, coke adverts, money raising and rock gospel music (the amplified version of Let My People Go is pretty funky). There's a long and lame section in which an assassin, not very wittily named The Assassinator, stalks about a hotel corridor in search of his target, Linda (America still haunted by the Kennedy assassination), who failing here crops up a couple more times with some Wile E Coyote-type attempts to do away with her. It's staggeringly mismanaged comedy, with only the skills of the actor playing the Assassinator to save it from being complete dross.Linda Lovelace for President does at least capture some of the outré craziness of American diversity, and is a time-capsule (and perhaps the last nail in the coffin) of a time when people actually believed that sex could free and unite everyone. But it's all filmed and scripted with such heavy-handed incompetence that it never becomes the Hellzapoppin' of the Deep Throat (Watergate and porn) age it aspires to be. Linda, bless her, was no actress, although she looks a lot more attractive here than she does in her pornos.Worth seeing once. I watched it on election day 2008 and the joke whereby the Poles are desperate to get a Pole in the Whitehouse was pretty topical and a prediction of the identity politics to come and which perhaps reached its climax in the presidential candidacy of Obama.

A country-looking, healthy-skinned, lithe and robust Linda Lovelace reads lines clunkily, but has a gentle, unpretentious charm in this Altman-derivative idjit jamboree, a sketch comedy about the state-of-the-art fellatrix's run for the Oval Office. (Yes, it IS oddly prescient!) In Lovelace's memoirs, the account of the making of this movie (directed, according to her, by old blaxploitation hand Arthur Marks) is hellacious; what's on the screen seems like a blend of HEE HAW and a Maoist-era Godard movie (in its cheapness and improvisatoriness, that is). I especially liked the young bohunk who married an orangutan and gave birth to a talking chimp who sounded somewhere between Minnie Pearl and Minnie Ripperton.