Even Hitler Had a Girlfriend

There are so many great scenes in this movie. The drama that is the rise-and-fall of Marcus Templeton is engaging and believable; Andren Scott hits the nail on the head as the archetype of the good-natured, clueless, pathetic sap. Like Homer Simpson and George Costanza, everyone knows a Marcus, and will probably recognize a little bit of Marcus in themselves.

I can honestly say that this movie has some of the best tragically comic, pathetically poignant one-liners of any movie: "Can I at least touch your breasts? Well can I at least see them for a minute? Would you like to go home now?"

It's unfortunate then, that the bad scenes (i.e. the "sexy stripper" scenes) are so prolific and long. You will ask yourself "were hot girls really that lame and homely in the late eighties?" These seemingly never-ending, awkward strip teases will have the whole room uncomfortable, and the god-awful, noodle-doodle electric guitar accompaniment will serve to heighten the pain.

But then again, that's what the remote control is for...

Joe Bob Briggs calls this "the greatest comedy of the year" or some such thing and it's hard to argue with that. I watched it with three other guys. Two of them loved it, one hated it. We agreed that it was too much like his own sex life (or lack thereof) to find it amusing!

Definitely low budget, but this only adds to the overall sleazy look and feel (very appropriate). Many great lines and scenes.

A great party film! Everybody watching it shouts at the screen (does everyone know a guy like this who can't get a date?), they all seem to relate to the "hero" on some level. Of course, guys like watching the film because virtually all the women in it end up popping their tops. More importantly, the dialogue is very funny, and the characters are memorable to say the least.

A fat, schlubby security guard can't get women to date him, so he sits around his apartment in his underwear watching porn channels. He branches out to hiring prostitutes, and soon ends up spending every last cent he has on them. I'd be lying if I said that this film isn't mostly a thin excuse to have half-naked women dancing on camera, but this extremely low concept, shot-on-video oddity derives more than a little charm from Marcus Templeton's funny, naturalistic performance in the lead. He's not exactly a good actor, but he has a lot of dialogue that he mostly delivers in narration, and he's funny and kind of appealing. Nobody else in the film is any good at all, but it's certainly not a complete waste of time.

Visual artist Ronnie Cramer's sophomore video feature is his crowning achievement. Fans of Danny McBride and weirder Will Ferrell movies need take note, this is a cringeworthy but side-splitting tale of a romantically pathetic security guard who's decision to try 1-900 numbers results in a downward spiral of paid debauchery. That something so bawdy and low budget could be this sly and masterfully balanced is a cause for loud celebration. One of the shining examples of an artist using the then exploding home video medium to create truly unique and exciting movies.