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

This is among the strangest and most plot less comedies I have ever seen. After thinking about the film, I've realized that it the protagonist manages to be insane and incestuous murderer. The film sort of follows him around over the course of two "mental breakdowns" in which he encounters a "sock sniffer", marries his own mother, visits Heaven, and much more. The film is wonderfully satirical, and it makes fun of almost everything, much like the very best of Kurt Vonnegut's novels.

It's a highly creative work from a highly creative director, the underground filmmaker Robert Downey, Sr. At this point, I'm beginning to really adore Downey Sr.'s sense of humor. It's always very satirical, dark, and offensive, and his filmmaking style is highly experimental, surrealistic, and absurd. All of these elements of humor and filmmaking are right up my alley and it seems that I'm really going to enjoy the rest of the films on the "Up All Night with Robert Downey Sr." eclipse set from the Criterion Collection. I'm seriously looking forward to "Putney Swope"!

"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.

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!