Like a roadside accident, it's difficult to turn away from this bizarre melodrama. Seriously, what were they smoking? The whole movie is like a Saturday Night Live skit that never ends. How was it possible for these actors and actresses to go onto the set each day without cracking up about the absurdity of this story? I suppose it was a different culture back then, but how did they not break down in laughter acting these parts? Or maybe they did. Everything is so completely over the top, the high pitched emotional performances, the strange sets and paintings on the walls, the saturated color and dramatic lighting. It's almost like this movie is taking place in a weird little world far away from the edge of the universe. My greatest disappointment is that the issue of the drapes was never resolved. Really a huge bummer, and it's probably what kept this movie from becoming an enormous hit.
Review of The Cobweb
