Chafed Elbows

Okay. Chafed Elbows is without a doubt one of the most unique flicks I've ever seen.

Made in 1966 by Robert Downey Sr. (no clue Pops was a film-maker), Chafed Elbows is a satire that completely dissects and makes fun of almost every single aspect of society. From racism and the police, to incest and music.

Filmed in a very peculiar but successful way, you're shown stills from a scene with very well-done dubbing. It's remarkably effective, especially in the laughs department.

The flick follows around Walter Dinsmore, who basically goes around town interacting with whomever he crosses paths with. From a dude who wants to sell him as a painting because the weirdo painted his initial on his jacket, to his brother who wants to build a racist amusement park so he can help black people.

God this flick was weird. But, it was also good, and intelligent, and funny. Check this out if you're in the mood for good old-time satire.

Along with a few adventurous souls from Stuyvesant H.S. I went to see this at the Bleecker Street Cinema so I was very young. It was the first underground film I had ever seen and it was playing with Anger's 'Scorpio Rising'. In the late 60's these films were so ahead of their time that it was like being transported out of the world of the go go 60's into the Bizarro alternate universe. I don't even have more than a hazy memory of 'Chafed Elbows' except I think the mother character was crawling under the table at some kind of wedding to get at someone and that it was all in stop action - something else that was unheard of at the time. But again, to see it back then was like being initiated into some kind of cult of either hidden truth or bizarro Satanism. But both of those films have never left me. In fact, I was surprised when I came across this site and that it could actually be seen again. Way back then, going to the Bleecker Street Cinema, the mecca for European film like Fellini's work (the first time I saw '8 1/2' I couldn't quite figure out what I had just seen - it was like a phantasmagoria of a dream - but I knew I wanted to see it again) was like attending a congregation of some arcane underground religion - and there weren't that many true believers. Stephan Morrow, Artistic Director, The Great American Play Series

First off, where did those preposterous ratings come from? Have any of those nincompoops actually seen the movie?

It's certainly understandable if they hadn't, as it is EXTREMELY rare. More's the pity. This movie is a whoopee, stops-out, take-no-prisoners satire of absolutely everything: independent film-making, pop music, American mores, psychology, politics, family, education -- whatever popped into Downey's head. It's completely plot less and totally absurd, and it feels very much like a "Monty Python" episode made by New Yorkers in the '60's.

It's absolutely hilarious and I could go on for days about the performances too (why didn't Elsie Downey and Lawrence Wolf have huge careers beyond their films with Downey?), but let's just leave it at this: if you ever get the chance, SEE IT.

Chafed Elbows (1966)

** (out of 4)

A man is having an affair with a woman who just happens to be his mother. We see the guy leave his house and encounter several other people where he also suffers some mental breakdowns.

I'm slowly going through the work of Robert Downey, Sr. and to say his films had no plots would be an understatement but it's even more true with CHAFED ELBOWS. In fact, there's really no sort of plot here as we get a bunch of voice-over work, photo stills and every once in a while there's some moving images that often don't add up to much.

I will freely admit that the movie didn't work for me and more times than not it had a very hard time holding my attention. My attention span is usually pretty good but it certainly was all over the place with this film. The satire just didn't work for me and I honestly thought that more could have been done with the whole son-mother relationship.

Able to watch this online after renting/reviewing "Putney Swope."

This predates "Putney" and apparently Downey Sr. Could not even afford enough film, so much of the movie is still after still photo collage. I think one has to go in to this film valuing not just the non-commercial world, but the anti-commercial one at that.

So it's over the top, with elements of vaudeville and a drive to play tag with various taboos. Or is it the video version of Fluxus, I do think something may connect "experimental" larks like this with horror and I don't know but maybe the realm of Roger Corman/Lloyd Kaufman. The idea that for some film is so clearly fake and not real life, that it necessarily must rollick in the ridiculous.

AnyWays, I did enjoy the AW painted on our anti-hero, and was guessing that was for Andy Warhol, but I could be wrong. Pop/rock music digs as well, I'm tempted to play the "Black Leather Negligee" on KFJC next chance I get. The movie is likely brimming with inside jokes, and maybe they are not all that funny. Or are/were hilarious. C'mon "Pictures of Bertram Russell in a steambath" - "Mumbling in flamenco" And was that directory called Neil Realism?

It reminds me of Fracture Fairytales or Firesign Theater a little now while listening and typing this up. Robert Downey Jr's Mom - Elsie as every woman in this, including Mae West.

Woops, it was was this movie that had the one-"liner" - "You got to draw the line somewhere." Need to fix my Putney review.

At times, I wonder if existence is as absurd as these films...