SourPix
Entrou em fev. de 2008
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Classificação de SourPix
Why was this made? When you make an anthology horror film, you're supposed to actually film the scary stories, not just horrible actors telling scary stories. This is making my IQ drop. The stories aren't even scary. The woman who tells the story about Mr. Fox is probably the worse actress I've ever seen. She's definitely up there. The guy who hosts the video seems kinda like an evil Kenny Rogers. The graveyard set is definitely one of the cast or crew members' backyards. Unfortunately for her, the one halfway decent actress in this is far too ugly to ever succeed in her craft. The cringy discomfort factor of this movie is truly through the roof. Only watch this if you're into really intolerably awful movies.
Presumably, enough aging ladies of "the Greatest Generation" had a ball working out with Debbie Reynolds and her pals (including Teri Garr, Florence Henderson, Dionne Warwick, Virginia Mayo, Rose Marie et al) using Mrs. Reynolds' first workout video, "Do It Debbie's Way", that they cranked out another one: this video. This time, the premise is that working out is a great activity for couples to do together, hence the title. Along for the ride this time are Tom Bosley and Dick Van Patten, as well as their wives, Patricia Carr Bosley and Pat Van Patten, and Debbie's own husband, the visibly discomforted Richard Hamlett. There's really nothing much here aside from grunting sextegenarians sweating to the oldies while doing a rather low-impact exercise regimen. Debbie keeps up an incessant and maddening monologue throughout, rarely interrupted save for the occasional protest from Tom Bosley or Dick Van Patten that their back is giving out. The only possible audience I can see for this nowadays would be grannie fetishists who have a thing for Mrs. Reynolds.