This will go down in history--in a footnote-on-page 842 kind of way--as the first film appearance of Oliver Stone, who has two or three lines, and doesn't embarrass himself too much. Not everybody in this movie got off so lucky.Part of me hesitates to trash this flick, which was plainly a labor of love for young Lloyd Kaufman, who was still some years away from the brain-damaging garbage (e.g., The Toxic Avenger--and that's one of his better efforts) he'd produce under the Troma banner. No, young Kaufman was trying to make something like Art in The Battle of Love's Return--you know this because he keeps alternating between B&W and color, and doing all these dipsy-doodle things with the camera. Kaufman casts himself here as the young loser in the city who can't do anything right. His adventures are interrupted periodically by "interview" segments with various authority figures in his life.
It's all for nothing. The movie strains too hard for laughs to be funny (whoever wrote the video box copy comparing this movie to Buster Keaton needs to be shot), scenes drag on endlessly, the whole freakin' movie drags on endlessly, and all the arty flourishes only make it all look like a self-indulgent film-school project. I give Kaufman credit for effort, because he was trying, because he wasn't pandering to the lowest common denominator, because this movie is a little better than a collection of cheap jokes. But in the last, this movie is fairly torturous to watch.You're better off viewing this than, say, "Class of Nuke 'Em High," which is one of the so-called high points of Troma cinema, but you're best off not watching either.