Chafed Elbows

"I'm just like an art film. I never fade, and I got a lot of special effects."

An experimental film that tells you in five minutes more about the counterculture in the 1960's than an entire Hollywood production written by someone more conventional. It's not always pretty (that gag about the amusement park attractions comes to mind), but it was endlessly interesting because it was so offbeat. The frequent use of stills worked for me too. There are lots of zingers here amidst unfiltered satire, and the whole thing plays like jazz, one riff coming after another. Great stuff from Robert Downey Sr.

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...

I guess that it's not really a mystery why Robert Downey Sr.'s films get some weirdly bad reviews. Though his films are smart and hip, Downey goes after straight culture with an unmatched, gleeful, subversive eye, and generally hits what he aims at. Chafed Elbows epitomises this style, going after everything, including the making of movies itself. In Chafed Elbows, like Chris Marker, he uses still photographs to great effect, but more in the vein of National Lampoon magazine than F-Stop. This film plays like jazz, riffing from one theme to another, one scene to another, one character to another, eschewing plot for wit and speed and surreal wordplay. It's a wonder that this, and Downey's other movies, were ever made, they are so wonderfully offensive. His audience is, perhaps intentionally, small. The rewards, however, for those who do love his films, are great indeed. Viva Downey!

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.

George Morgan has affairs with several women, including his mother, all played by Elsie Downey, while he goes through his annual mental breakdown.

I have a big problem writing about Robert Downey Sr.'s mixture of silent and sound film with voice-overs and still-shot sequences on a site devoted to movies. It is absurd. This is not a movie in any sense that we understand it. Oh, you might call it 'experimental cinema', but what then? The general rule seems to be that such experiments are always successful, whether you're looking at the Empire State Building for 24 hours or reinventing basic Georges Melies camera tricks fifty years later. I reject such a standard as being no standard whatsoever. So where are we?

This.... well, this thing looks amateurish, although I do do enjoy the bursts of Groucho-style voice-overs. Over to other opinions.