Portnoy's Complaint

Overall not a terrible movie--but it drags on more than one occasion and the NY jewish schtick is cliched and overdone. Very dated and too much like a sit-com at times, but worth it to see a scorching hot Karen Black and neurotic Richard Benjamin at his peak.

This movie was bold for its time, especially in its use of "bad" language, and it still looks good. Some modern reviewers wrote things like this: "Amazing that anyone had the nerve to attempt to translate Philip Roth's infamous novel to the screen. The neurotic Jewish boy, who has a strange relationship with his mother and an obsession with sex, should be neutered. It's worth viewing only as a curiosity." (Mick Martin and Marsha Porter, Video Movie Guide, 2002.) But the film is much more than an historical curiosity. It also throws a revealing light on the mores of only a generation ago -- what was shocking then, is no longer so, despite hypersensitive writers like Martin and Porter.

Boring, pointless movie about a neurotic man (Richard Benjamin) and his relationship with his overbearing mother (Lee Grant) and with a pretty strange woman (Karen Black).

I heard this was considered a very dirty movie back in 1972 for its language and subject matter (especially all the talk about masturbation). It's hard to believe that now--most of the material here is done on TV today with no problem! This is very much a product of its time--the sexual politics and issues dealt with here are done in a very 1970s manner. When you have John Carradine play the voice of God you KNOW you're in trouble!

I've never read the book this was based on so I can't say how faithful this is--but what remains is a pointless, boring and stupid movie. Benjamin's nonstop whining gets annoying pretty quick and he's completely miscast. Grant is (surprisingly) not that good either and is also miscast. There's a dinner table sequence that (I suppose) is supposed to be funny involving them but it comes off as being pretty sick. The only actor that is any good here is Karen Black as "Monkey". She single-handedly saves this movie from being totally unbearable. She's the only reason I give this a 3.

This is a dated, pointless 1970s movie that's rightfully forgotten. You might like it if you're into 70s movies that deal with sexual politics. I give this a 3.

Constipation and diarrhea is presented as a running theme in this movie which serves to define this movie in it's entirety. Something to pass on as flushable down the toilet. What we get subjected to are the trials and tribulations of its male star attraction who heroically goes through life tasked with gratifying his sexual lust. Which for him is a daily routine as necessary for life as three meals a day. Amazing it is that the people who put this production together were able to assemble reputable actors willing to become cast members in this fiasco. Do yourself a favor and pass this one up.

Richard Benjamin, Karen Black, Lee Grant, Jill Clayburgh, what were you thinking?

Even the esteemed screenwriter Ernest Lehman could not write a script and direct a film of "Portnoy's Complaint." Philip Roth's internalized monologue of a book defies such a transition. After more than half a century, Roth's novel still sparkles, while this film was dead on arrival in 1972 and remains best forgotten.