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.

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"!

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...

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.