Another Day, Another Man

I knew the story was going to be non-existent, but come on. This film didn't offer anything that would even be considered soft porn. Unlike Doris' other film, Bad Girls Go to Hell, which had some rear nudity, this didn't show even that. Bad Girls even had some sort of storyline. So if the movie didn't offer much that was pleasing to the eye and had no plot, what was the point of even producing it? I know times were different forty-some years ago, but if you wanted to see some action back then, I'm sure you could have done better than this.

Another Day is quite slow. The camera surely loves to focus on inanimate subjects as a painting of a cat, people's feet and high-heels, plants, etc. You quickly find yourself bored out of your ass into the film. Quick hint - click on IMDb's preview for each of Wishman's film. They pretty much encompass ninety percent of the highlights.

Another Day, Another Man (1966)

* (out of 4)

Doris Wishman sexploitation flick about a spoiled woman who has to go to work after her husband comes down with some strange disease. The only problem is that she doesn't know how to work but thankfully her friend hooks her up with a pimp. Even at 70-minutes this thing feels like hours to get through. At one point I was getting so fed up with the film that I checked to see how much I had watched and was horrified to see that the movie had only been playing for fifteen minutes. The lead actress is incredibly dull and boring as is the story, which wasn't even original by 1966 standards.

I saw this on a late night cable show in New Jersey that specialized in camp.

Woman becomes a hooker to help pay boyfriend/husband's medical bills. Then can't get out of it.

The dubbing was obviously made after the fact. Everybody sounded like the were in the next room of my then apartment. And why did that park have no background noise?

Wishman always filmed without sound. It added a weirdness that made everything more fun.

She also had this obsession with inanimate objects. The camera constantly finds things like potted plants, lamps, and end tables to suddenly focus on.

And when women change, do they really need 5 minutes to remove a bra?

Great stuff. I bought the DVD.

Another Doris Wishman film, and another dud. I can actually almost always get into sleazy exploitation films like this one when they deliver the goods; this one didn't. After seeing two of her films I'm coming to the early conclusion that I guess I'm not much of a Doris Wishman fan. Though I don't like to reduce things to the most basic complaint, when I watch a skin flick I drop all my values at the door and kind of expect to see a little more; one of my complaints would be that this director doesn't care to let it all hang out, so to speak. Because when all else fails (like everything does here) there has to at least be some gratuitous flesh to keep you focused. 0 out of ****