Odd --
Cecil B. DeMille's MADAM SATAN -- a bizarro musical comedy hybrid from the early 1930s. A fairly rote comedy of infidelity goes full wackadoo gonzo as the action moves to a high camp art deco costume party on a zeppelin. There are no words, except maybe "who wants to go to hell with Madam Satan?" Essential.
Otto Preminger's SKIDOO -- Uh, yeah. A would-be satire on 1960s excesses, there's just no excuse for it to be as bad as it is, and it occasionally takes flight into high weirdness, especially when Carol Channing is onscreen, giving 250,000% in each and every frame she appears in, seriously no one's ever worked harder to put something over. Poor Jackie Gleason seems absolutely mortified. But the garbage can ballet and Channing's performance of the title song make it worth sitting through at least once.
"If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don't have to worry about the answers." Thomas Pynchon, GRAVITY'S RAINBOW
"Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away." Philip K. Dick
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