In The Underworld, we adore literary
phenomenon Jacqueline Susann, both for the limited number of juicy
novels she penned and for the staggeringly bad (and thus deliciously
enjoyable) film adaptations that were made of three of them. We
touched on the first, Valley of the Dolls (1967), and explored the
third, Jacqueline Susann's Once is Not Enough (1975), and today are
going to celebrate the middle one, The Love Machine (1971.)
Susann, a one-time actress, early TV
spokesmodel and New York society fixture, had published a novelty
book in 1963 at the urging of her friends called Every Night,
Josephine!, all about the exploits of her pet poodle. She next
turned to sites to the glittering, yet destructive, world of show
business for Valley of the Dolls, published in 1966 and an
unbelievable success.
Her frank, searing, salacious (and
jarringly straightforward) writing style upset many critics and
several of her contemporaries, but fans lapped up her engrossing
material like mother's milk. Her relentless promotion of her work,
both on TV and in cross-country tours, with her husband-manager
Irving Mansfield helped to ensure success. The flamboyant authoress,
with a thick mane of raven hair and an assortment of colorful Pucci
print get-ups, was a great talk show guest, brimming with
personality.
Her follow-up to Dolls was 1969's The
Love Machine, an expose of the television industry featuring a
protagonist named Robin Stone with such chivalrous attributes as
serial bed-hopping, physical abuse of women and the sexual use of
ladies in his life in order to get ahead in business. The title
referred not only to TV sets themselves, which were implied to be
seductive devices that heightened feelings of romance (and were witnesses to the results), but also to the lead character, who
mechanically went from woman to woman with scarcely a backward
glance.
Few critics had praised the 1967 movie
adaptation Valley of the Dolls, but it was a scorching success at the
box office, raking in ten times its budget. It was inevitable then
that a film version of The Love Machine would be forthcoming.
Unhappy with changes to her storyline and characters in Dolls (a 20th
Century Fox film), Susann this time had her husband Mansfield
executive producing The Love Machine at Columbia Pictures. Susann's personal choice for the lead was granite-jawed Charlton Heston, who caught her attention as the semi-(and rear) nude hero of Planet of the Apes (1968), but he wasn't interested in the part at all.
Ultimately, the darkly
handsome Brian Kelly (of Flipper!) was chosen as the star - and title character? - of The Love Machine, he eager to escape the
trappings of having played the dad on a children-oriented TV series.
On Flipper (1966-1967), he was frequently shirtless, so that much
wasn't going to be any big challenge, but the sordid story material
would be a decided shift. He also lightened his hair somewhat to
further separate himself from his prior image.
He'd already shot a TV movie called
Drive Hard, Drive Fast (which wouldn't be aired until 1973 for some
reason, even though it was made in 1969.) Seen here with comely
costars Karen Huston (later the wife of John Ericson) and Miss Joan Collins, he played a race car driver being stalked by a
machete-wielding meanie played by Henry Silva.
Thus, the leading man of this rather
elaborate production had to be hastily recast and some scenes
re-shot. Tall, lanky (and smooth rather than hairy) John Phillip Law
was brought in, with, literally, zero time to prepare. He even wound
up stuck in some of the clothing that had been designed for Kelly,
even though Kelly was three inches shorter with a different build!
Now, on to the plot... The Love Machine
opens with shots of Law interacting with various friends and females
all around New York City while the movie's theme song “He's Movin'
On” is sung by the same vocalist who performed the love theme from
Valley of the Dolls, Dionne Warwick (inexplicably billed here and
even on the movie's soundtrack album as “Dionne Warwicke!”)
He's next shown delivering a special
news feature on TV. We can thank God above that the focus is on
fashion photography because what comes next is a delirious parade of
eye-scorching '70s clothes, all courtesy of costume designer Moss
Mabry, with Anitra Ford (an early model on The Price is Right),
Beverly Gill (who would later be a passenger in Airport '77!) and
others.
The shoot is presided over by an old
pal of Law's, a flamboyantly gay photographer played by David
Hemmings (who had costarred with Law in Barbarella in 1968) and
watched on television by a purring Dyan Cannon, who is clearly
enjoying what she's seeing (and I ain't talkin' about the clothes.)
Cannon happens to be the younger wife of the network president, so
it's a good thing for law when he catches her attention.
Law, a successful, charismatic local
news anchor is hauling in considerable ratings for his (fictional)
network IBS, which is run by iron-fisted, but sensible, Robert Ryan.
Ryan, after listening to the advice of his captivated younger wife
and acknowledging that Law is appealing to the youth market, decides
that Law belongs on the network news, not local, and swiftly promotes
him.
Immediately following the fashion shoot
piece, Law winds up in bed with one of the models, a pretty, but
insecure (and by her own admission, flat-chested), blonde played by Jodi Wexler. She falls for him fast and
hard, though he makes no promises on his end.
Before long, Law has graduated to the
head of network news, which puts him into conflict (over airtime and
special news programming) with the head of entertainment programming
Jackie Cooper. Ryan watched with bemusement as these two butt heads
over what ought to go on the air and why.
Meanwhile, Law is still fooling around
with Wexler and he's managed to completely envelop and enrapture her.
They have a pet bird that he found, injured, and she acts as if it's
their child and then buys him a ring in the shape of an ankh, an
Egyptian symbol that permeated the source novel and pops up in this
movie repeatedly, too.
Wexler not only helps show off a
positively jaw-dropping array of mod, early-'70s fashions in print
ads, but also appears in TV commercials, all shot by star
photographer David Hemmings. Hemmings, wearing a loony, glued-on
beard, is as gay as a goose and, like most people in the movie, has
the hots for Law himself (and a genuine affection for the weak-willed
Wexler.) He is bothered when, during a photo shoot, he notices a
bruise on her chin that Wexler is having difficulty covering up
properly with make-up.
The bruise came about when Wexler
attempted to slip out of Law's bed the night before because of her
early call that morning. Law (in a character trait that is never
explored in the movie version of the story) can't bear to be “left”
at night and takes her attempt to go home and get some real rest
before a modeling assignment as a personal betrayal worthy of a whack
across the face!
Even though Hemmings is Wexler's friend
and confidante, she can't help but be annoyed at his presence at
law's house and his not-really-veiled interest in Law for himself.
For Law's part, he's purportedly 100% straight and tells Hemmings he
likes him because he doesn't make passes for him.
As Law's stock at the station continues
to rise, he continues to get a rise out of Ryan's curvy wife Cannon,
who always seems to be gently pushing Ryan to favor him in the
various situations that arise at IBS.
Then there's the office pass-around
girl Maureen Arthur, who has bagged practically every straight man in
the building. She gives the usually-open-to-suggestion Law a pass,
but perhaps it's all too easy because he turns her down. In what
would later come back to haunt him, he tosses her off with a kidding
suggestion that he might actually be playing around with the
flagrantly gay Hemmings, though he is not.
He is, however, stepping out on Wexler,
though she isn't aware of it. He simply cannot be alone in bed and
is shown cavorting with perky Claudia Jennings (whose character is never
even introduced, really. Like many of the women in this film, she is
almost like the “furniture” as described in the later Soylent
Green, 1973.)
When Law and Cooper square off about a
news program that Law wants to air in prime time (think 60 Minutes or
20/20), Cooper declares that he will come up with a show whose
ratings are so good, Ryan won't even consider lending airtime to such
nuisances as prime-time news programs.
He arranges for a variety show to be
produced that he knows in advance will be lowbrow, but which
audiences will adore. The show is headlined by Shecky Greene, a
paunchy comedian (whose character is named Christie Lane, no relation
to the female country singer Christy Lane whose career was just
beginning to develop around this same time!)
The resident model on the show for
sponsor commercials is Law's old bedmate Wexler, who is unaware that
she has been systematically shuffled out of his life in favor of new
conquests. She thinks that he has just been busy running the
station, but he's also been busy with a new playmate, the busty
Alexandra Hay.
The night of the first broadcast of
Greene's program, Wexler performs in a purportedly live commercial
for Xanadu perfume (a real Faberge product that was cross-promoted
with the movie) in which her elaborate hair and clothing change
throughout in a way that would be utterly impossible “live.” Law
watches with interest from his bed, with Hay cuddled next to him!
Cannon can hardly believe the awful,
schticky program that Ryan's network is airing, but there's no
denying the ratings which are pretty much what it's all about. There
is a nearly THIRTY-YEAR age gap between Ryan and Cannon, but I really
can't deny that they make a believable and attractive couple as shown
here.
As soon as the broadcast is over,
Wexler hurries to Law's apartment to find him in one of his prolific
dark blue bathrobes, reluctant to let her in the door. She persists
until he finally resigns himself to it, whereupon the buxom Hay
sidles out casually, practically rubbing her voluptuousness in
Wexler's face.
A crestfallen Wexler heads to the
opening night party for her show at a place called Danny's Hide-A-Way
where Greene is lording his success over everyone at the table. As
she struggles to hold it together during the celebration, Law cruelly
walks in with Hay, then comes over to the table to congratulate
everyone!
In a fit of despair (certainly not
revenge, I shouldn't think!), Wexler, medicated with booze, next goes
home with Greene and proceeds to become his girl. They couldn't be a
less likely couple, though he is in it for the bragging rights and
personal comfort and she is in it for security.
Law still makes on-air appearances,
such as when he interviews Shakespearean actor Clinton Greyn on the
set of a TV version of Hamlet. During the spot, Law had arranged for
a girl (Sharon Farrell) to come and play Ophelia, but despite her
preparation, she is cut off dead by Greyn and then Law, too.
After finding out that he has annoyed
Cannon by ignoring one of her party invitations, Law tries to make
peace with her by meeting her for “lunch.” It's not long at all
before they are in the sack and she (like everyone else, magnetized
to him) starts persistently needling him about a key of her own to
his state-of-the-art-ugly high-rise apartment.
One day, while Law and Cannon are
canoodling around in bed, Ryan promptly drops of a heart attack! Law
finds out at the station that Ryan is being shuttled frantically to
the hospital where a breathless Cannon soon heads herself.
Though Ryan pulls through, he is in
need of significant recuperation and must be free of stress. To that
end, Cannon arranges to take him out of the country for a much-needed
respite from the television station and advises the network's chief
attorney to appoint Law as the acting president of IBS! Why she
chooses to wear this S&M-like get-up in order to make the
decision is something only God and Moss Mabry know...
This development causes even more friction at IBS and finally Cooper and Law have it out one too many times with Cooper departing the station for good.
Wexler, though she has been replaced by a series of playthings in Law's bed, still can't quite come to grips with losing him. Even though she's been stuck with Greene, she can endure no more and eventually checks out, but not before unleashing a brief meltdown onto Greene in the presence of several office workers.
Wexler, though she has been replaced by a series of playthings in Law's bed, still can't quite come to grips with losing him. Even though she's been stuck with Greene, she can endure no more and eventually checks out, but not before unleashing a brief meltdown onto Greene in the presence of several office workers.
Greene, doesn't waste any time in the
wake of Wexler's exit and tells his managers that he is tired of
ladies and this time wants a bum, a tramp. Conveniently, busty
publicity floozie Arthur is on site and quickly decides she will be
his permanent mattress mate in exchange for the clout that comes with
being the girl of a hot new TV personality. (See if you can count
how many ugly patterns are conflicting in this photo!)
Law, in a rare mood of despondency and
dejection, takes to the streets, wandering rather aimlessly in search
of something, anything, anyone to take his mind off of Wexler and
what he did to her. He comes upon a tall prostitute (Eve Bruce,
billed as “Amazon Woman” in the credits!) with thick black hair
and follows her back to her shoddy apartment. Unfortunately, before
they can get down to business, she whoops off her wig and displays a
head of long blonde hair that now turns Law off.
She begins to taunt him, accusing him
of being gay and he goes bat-shit on her, swatting her around the
room mercilessly while she screams to no avail. Afterwards, he heads
to photog Hemmings' apartment for some first aid and make-up
camouflage to his battered knuckles.
Hemmings carefully covers up the marks
on his hands and gives him some extra cosmetic for touch-ups (smart
since they are doing this in the middle of the night and one presumes
that Law might shower or wash his hands in the meantime?!)
Law, truly grateful for once, asks if
there is anything he can do for Hemmings. Since the #1 favor on
Hemmings' list is out of the question, he opts for a gold “slave
bracelet,” selected by him and engraved to his liking, to be
charged in full to Law, who agrees.
The dethroned Cooper decides to exact a certain kind of revenge on Law by secretly selling him television product that he is producing, but using Law's own friend Hemmings as a front (a Trojan Horse, if you will.) This was he can make money off of Law without him even knowing it and still remain a player in the TV biz. Hemmings, unhappy with Law at this time, acquiesces and takes part in the plan.
Ryan is soon finally back home, unhappy about the station's programming, and begins to decide how best to handle the situation. He wants to reassume his position, but knows he can't possibly take on the monster he's created. Law even tells him to his face he is not going to share duties at the station! His attorney briefs him on the goings on at IBS and reveals that Law may have violated the morals clause of his contract (thanks to his chummy association with Hemmings, which they take to be sexual in nature.) It seems that Law has now begun production on two more Hemmings-produced shows and that the special attention he's giving to them (even though they are good) is raising eyebrows.
Ryan is soon finally back home, unhappy about the station's programming, and begins to decide how best to handle the situation. He wants to reassume his position, but knows he can't possibly take on the monster he's created. Law even tells him to his face he is not going to share duties at the station! His attorney briefs him on the goings on at IBS and reveals that Law may have violated the morals clause of his contract (thanks to his chummy association with Hemmings, which they take to be sexual in nature.) It seems that Law has now begun production on two more Hemmings-produced shows and that the special attention he's giving to them (even though they are good) is raising eyebrows.
Cannon can't believe that the
insatiable Law has gone gay on her and determines that they need to
get back in the saddle again for some more fun times now that she's
back. Law puts her off, time and again, to her frustration until she
remembers that she did, in fact, wrangle a key out of him for his
apartment.
In what is probably the raciest (and
nearly the most memorable) scenes in the movie, she heads to his
place to seduce him and finds the place mostly silent except for the
creepy music of an old horror movie playing on one of his four TVs.
She turns the corner to find him in bed with twin sisters!
They hop in the shower to rinse off and
an enraged Cannon piles all of their clothes onto the bed, sprinkles
the whole works with booze and lights it on fire! The room is soon a
raging inferno while Law is exchanging loofas with his latest toy
girls. Try that one, Carrie Underwood!
Things begin to spiral to a frenzied
conclusion when everyone heads out to L.A. for meetings and
consultations about the new series that Hemmings is creating.
Hemmings, who is now shacked up with the stage star Greyn, invites
Law to a party he's throwing, the two of them draped on a couch
together like two villains in an old sandal and toga movie.
Law bumps into Cannon at the Bel-Air
Hotel (and she's engulfed in one of the most vomitous creations ever
put forth on the cinema screen!) It seems Ryan has to attend a
conference that evening, so Cannon agrees to go with Law to Hemmings'
party.
As the night wears on, a bored Cannon
is beginning to wonder why Law insists on hanging out with these two
fruits when he could be back at the hotel doing her. Just then she
finds the engraved slave bracelet that Hemmings had made and it
contains a fairly suggestive inscription that causes her to lose her
composure.
What follows is a climactic catfight
between Cannon and Hemmings that must be seen to be believed while
Law and Greyn have it out in their own sideshow. (Actually, all three men have a go at wrestling with Cannon!) The raucous bust-up
has all four of them scrambling around the room, throwing things and
finally coming to a head (literally!) when an Oscar statuette (or
reasonable facsimile thereof) connects with one of their craniums!
Precious little of the surprisingly
convoluted plot is resolved with various members of the cast exiting
the police station and wandering off their separate ways. Law, after
a brief interlude with Farrell (whose part in the book was FAR more
significant) keeps “movin' on” to the music of Dionne
Warwick(e)...
Few people out there are going to
accuse The Love Machine of being “good.” It's actually rather
godawful, poorly constructed, littered with too many characters and
tacky whenever it can be. However, as bad movies go, it's a total
winner. The sets, hairstyles and costumes alone (all lit up by the
TV-style flood lighting that permeates most of the movie) make it
worth a look.
I happen to love Moss Mabry and cannot
count how many films he'd done in which the ladies looked positively
sensational, but mercy me he missed the mark most of the time here!
The clothing rarely fits the place or occasion, but is there for the
sake of drawing attention to itself. Some of Cannon's things are
attractive (and I like her up-do here), but more often, she's caught
in these bear-trap belts and wacky styles and patterns.
This sketch is for a gown that I don't
believe was ever seen in the movie! It was probably deemed too
attractive and ordinary to make the cut...
Law has been severely criticized for
years as being wooden in this film and surely he's not amazing, but
he's also not the stick that many people have accused him of being.
He definitely colors his one-dimensional role with shades of emotion.
It's just not a particularly fleshed-out part and he had less than
zero time to prepare for it.
At least he's easy on the eyes. He
first came to prominence as a young Soviet in the comedy The Russians
are Coming, the Russians are Coming (1966) and was in Barbarella
(1968) and Danger: Diabolik (1968) though some of films were
decidedly wrong-headed, including two for Otto Preminger, HurrySundown (1967) and Skidoo (1968.) Though he continued to work for a
few decades, his popularity had waned almost fully by the dawn of the
'80s. He died of pancreatic cancer in 2008 at age seventy.
Generally speaking, I am not all that
fond of Cannon these days, but in the 1960s and '70s, I find her
positively delectable! She'd begun acting on TV in the late-'50s and
gave up her career in 1965 to marry Cary Grant (that real-life
thirty-three year age difference making her PERFECT casting here!)
After their 1968 divorce, she burst back onto the scene in a big way
with Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice (1969), followed by a
string of films in which her awesome, tan, frosted looks and snarky
personality were put to great use.
She was terrific but miserably
underutilized in Doctor's Wives, made a nice match with Sean Connery
in The Anderson Tapes and then starred in Such Good Friends for the
tyrannical Otto Preminger, and these were all just 1971 releases!
Having watched her closely in The Love Machine, I think she is quite
terrific in it and exudes all sorts of charismatic style and subtext
throughout (in spite of some of those crazy duds she's in.) Still
with us at seventy-seven, she's branched out into directing and has
returned to TV in addition to occasional movie work.
Ryan, a highly-respected, workmanlike
performer, adds a level of prestige to this tawdry affair. Active on
screen since 1940, one of his prior films to this had been The Wild
Bunch (1969), but Ryan was an actor who simply enjoyed working
steadily. Sadly, he would be gone just a couple of years after this
in 1973 from lung cancer at only age sixty-three (though by then he'd
already done an Off-Broadway run of “Long Day's Journey Into Night”
and a half dozen more movies!)
Many folks may remember Cooper as Daily
Planet editor Perry White in the Christopher Reeve series of Superman
movies (1978-1987), though he'd been famous since the late-1920s as a
child actor, notably costarring with Wallace Beery in The Champ
(1931) among others. He later became a prolific TV series director
and lived to be eighty-eight years old, passing away in 2011 of
natural causes.
Hemmings, who'd been working in movies
since the mid-to-late '50s, was riding the wave of success that came
with Blow-Up (1966, in which he was a straight photographer), Camelot
(1967) and Barbarella (1968.) His wife at the time, Gayle Hunnicutt,
has a cameo in Machine as a starlet into astrology. As his brief
time as a leading man began to falter, he turned to directing movies
and TV while continuing to perform character parts. He died of a
heart attack in 2003 at only age sixty-two, having been married four
times and the father of six children.
This was the film debut and swan song
of angular Wexler, who apparently never worked on screen before or
after this movie! Clearly meant to evoke the tragically murdered
costar of Valley of the Dolls Sharon Tate (but without Tate's innate
radiance), she demonstrated palpable emotion, but her role is so
bubble-headed that she doesn't come off particularly well in the
final analysis.
She's also saddled with a horrible
“fall” that only marginally matches her own dishwater blonde
hair. No one styled this at all. They just attached the poker
straight, monochromatic, very phony-looking wiglet onto the crown of
her head and let the chips fall where they may... Unfortunately, I
have no knowledge of what ever became of this actress.
Arthur might be familiar to fans of the
1967 film How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying, in which
she played a similar – though more outwardly comic – office
bimbo. Her work here is hysterically sultry and overstated, always
seemingly on the verge of bored ecstacy, but in truth she adds much
life to the film during her scenes. Married for over three decades
to prolific TV producer Aaron Ruben, she continued to work here and
there until the early-1990s and is seventy-nine now.
Nightclub comedian Greene had done some
dramatic work on the TV series Combat! (1962-1963) and worked in Tony
Rome (1967) with Frank Sintra before playing a buffoonish version of
himself here. It was actually rather brave to blur the lines of his
life and art, lest the public confuse the two. (His character refers
to being on “The Johnny Carson Show” - Greene was on The Tonight
Show with Johnny Carson forty times.) He's still kicking today at age eighty-seven!
Also still alive is Greyn at age
seventy-seven. The Welsh actor had been active on British TV before
appearing in 1969's Goodbye, Mr. Chips and 1971's Raid on Rommel.
After his brief stint in the U.S., he headed back to the U.K. where
his TV appearances included several on Dr. Who (1980-1985.)
The novel was divided into three
segments: Amanda, Maggie and Judith (played in the film by Wexler,
Farrell and Cannon.) Farrell's character got, by far, the shortest
shrift in the movie. She barely appears at all, though she was a key
figure in the book (and it seems as if her part was larger prior to
the final cut of the film.) Farrell enjoyed a busy career on TV and
in movies from the early-'60s through the late-'90s, notably spending
time on The Young and the Restless (1991-1996), though in 1963 she
suffered an embolism that wiped her memory clean! She had to relearn
practically everything. Now seventy-three, she makes the occasional
appearance on TV.
I have a feeling that there was quite a bit snipped out of the film here and there since there are costumes designed but never seen, rapid shifts in the characters' relationships, re-shoots, some choppy editing and lobby photos like this one of moments that are not seen in the movie itself.
I have a feeling that there was quite a bit snipped out of the film here and there since there are costumes designed but never seen, rapid shifts in the characters' relationships, re-shoots, some choppy editing and lobby photos like this one of moments that are not seen in the movie itself.
I almost forgot about poor Miss Susann,
who has a cameo appearance as a TV newscaster in the movie! After
another best-selling novel (“Once is Not Enough” in 1973), she
began to suffer from cancer in the lung and breast. She attempted
one more book (“Dolores,” which was finished by her pal Rex Reed
and published posthumously) but passed away in 1974 at age fifty-six.
She remains a fascinating personality to this day with biographies and movies about her springing up from time to time. Her widower Mansfield lived to be eighty-eight, passing away in 1988 of a heart attack.
She remains a fascinating personality to this day with biographies and movies about her springing up from time to time. Her widower Mansfield lived to be eighty-eight, passing away in 1988 of a heart attack.
If for nothing else, The Love Machine
has value as an eye- catching feast of early-1970s style, rancid at
times as it may be. The office has a WTF pink powder room with
dressing tables, showers and so on in which the secretaries gather to
gossip, touch up their hair and makeup and smoke. The movie is so
heavily populated that there is always some new “look” to take
in!
When compared to the countless tawdry,
gross-out movies that have come along in the meantime, there's a
tameness to it all now that makes one wonder how anyone could have
been shocked by it back then. It even comes off as rather stylish
and tasteful at times despite the squalid storyline. And, really,
the script by Samuel A. Taylor, the man who brought us Sabrina (1954)
and Vertigo (1958) folks, is peppered with some wry lines along the
way. Some of the TV business material wound up being somewhat
observant and even prescient. Susann had used some of her inside
knowledge as a television personality (that's husband Irving behind Beatrice Cole and her in this photo from It's Always Albert) to inject aspects of real life
CBS giants William S. Paley, James Aubrey and Fred Friendly into the
novel's storyline.
Oh, one last thing... The two chicks in
the shower with Law were played by real-life twins Madeleine and
Marie Collinson, who'd previously done the first dual nude pictorial
in Playboy magazine and who most often worked together (and often
scantily-clad or nude.) Their popularity was brief, ending this same
year, but they do still have their fans. Though the movie only shows
the most fleeting glimpse of Law's backside (through a wooden screen)
as he darts to the shower with the girls, this grainy on-set photo
shot from above seems to reveal more! See what you think.
14 comments:
I'm sad that I know why it was "Dionne Warwicke" at one point. She added the "e" on the advice on an astrologer; when whatever was supposed to happen didn't, she dropped the "e". (And one would think she'd have learned to beware psychic phenomena from that incident, but she quite obviously and publicly didn't.)
Another big favorite! Although this is a film I've seen countless times, I was able to learn a lot I didn't known about the cast and behind the scenes. The clothes! Especially thrilled by the shot of Hemmings and Kelly (and Chipper) complete with ankh ring. What a find! Thanks for another an entertaining, informative (and very funny) look at a movie that, even after all these years, keeps paying bad-taste dividends.
What a great post...it's obvious how much work you put into this. I really enjoyed the screengrabs and the behind-the-scenes photos, which I'm betting were not easy to find.
I bought the Love Machine MOD DVD the other year; luckily it's been released on disc, but as one of those overpriced made on demand deals. However the picture quality is good, though of course it lacks any special features.
You summed it up best with "TV movie." Watching it that one time a few years ago, all I could think was that it looked just like a TV movie of the era, only with a little more nudity and cursing. I keep meaning to rewatch it. I for one really enjoyed the mod '70s fashions...and I loved the little psychedelic TV fashion commercial featured early in the film.
And that finale does need to be seen to be believed. In fact I described the finale the exact same way when describing it to a friend. I have to say, Dyan Cannon really holds her own in that catfight! (And yes, I too enjoyed her in The Anderson Tapes, which I think is one of the best forgotten movies of the '70s...and luckily it's available on Blu-Ray.)
Also appreciated your references to Susann's source novel. I have a copy of it but haven't read it. I have read that the majority of the salacious stuff was removed for the film version, however the template was still there...nothing like the film adaptation of Harold Robbins's The Adventurers, which despite the "nothing has been removed" advertising taglines, was nothing like the source material, even taking place in an entirely different era.
So far I've only read one Susann novel, Once Is Not Enough. Not to plug my own blog, but I reviewed it last year, if you are interested: http://glorioustrash.blogspot.com/2012/12/once-is-not-enough.html
It would be great if someday we could see Susann's original sci-fi finale for that novel. At any rate, this great post of yours now has me determined to rewatch The Love Machine. Oh, and count me a fan of John Philip Law as well...I think if anything, poor choices ruined his career...I mean by the '80s he was starring in completely horrible crap like Space Mutiny, which was lampooned so capably in an episode of Mystery Science Theater 3000.
As a kid in the NY/NJ area we had "Jacqueline Susann week" on the 4:30 movie. It would be a whole week of heavily edited tawdriness (for us boys who weren't outside playing baseball). "Valley" was shown in two parts and the rest of the week filled in with "The Love Machine" and "Once Is Not Enough". I loved Dyan Cannon in this, "Doctor's Wives" had been my first movie ever, at a Drive-in. I watched it in pajamas from the back seat. She is a pint sized, fierce bitch in this. I got this on a bootleg dvd a few years ago, and now the homophobia really sticks out, as well as just plain meanness. But...awesome clothes and the always welcome fashion sequence make it a worthwhile viewing. Thanks for the posting Poseiden!
1. who knew shecky was still alive.
2. Irritable Bowel Syndrome, what a fabulous name
for a network!
3. kudos on that great plug in liz smith's column!
you must be on cloud 10!
I always felt the same way about Moss Mabry's latter day venture in film costuming as Travilla: WTF?
Both were fun and fab in their respective studio design days...but their attempts at being "with it" in the late '60s were totally "out of it"!
But still crazily fascinating!
"Love" this post!
Rico
Me again...
An earlier commenter mentioned you got a plug in Liz Smith's column and I just had to check it out.
What a terrific rave!!
She is, of course correct in calling attention to your blog's great images, informativeness and laugh-out-loud humor, and I'm just thrilled to have it acknowledged in such a glam/high-profile way. Congrats! And keep up the good work!
Oh, this is one of my favorite bad movies. Ankh power!
Hello, my loves! So sorry I haven't been able to come back and address your comments until now.
VanceMan - Thank you very much for the insight into the name change for Dionne. It seemed inconceivable that a "mistake" could carry through the film credits to the album, etc... Your answer makes sense! (For the confusing situation, not Ms. W!)
Ken - If you (or anyone else) happened to have looked at the photo of Brian and David more than once and thought something odd was going on, here is what happened. I looked at the picture, saw that the ankh was on Brian's right pinky and thought, "Oh, this negative's been reversed" as often occurred back in the day. (JPL had the ring on his left pinky.) So I "corrected" it. Then I realized that David's hair part was all wrong!! So I reverted it back! I guess the men just wore the ring on different hands from one another...
Joe Kenney - Thanks so much for your insightful comments, compliments, etc... I have visited your blog before (and recently.) I think we had a connection at some point over "The Adventurers" which is a splendiferously bad movie I adore. You definitely need to read the novel The Love Machine. Susann is very readable IMHO. I haven't read the book myself in probably 15 or more years and am considering doing so again soon! As for JPL, I often wondered if somehow his role in "The Sergeant" didn't also help taint his career. Many actors who played in movies about homosexuality wound up slipping through the cracks soon after (and Rod Steiger was firmly established enough - a Brando was in "Reflections" - not to bear any of the fallout.)
Gingerguy - I have immense trouble watching "Doctor's Wives" because of that heart surgery scene which keeps popping onto the screen for what seems like an eternity. I would love it if not for that (but still will watch it again through semi-closed fingers!) I'm a wimp when it comes to that stuff...
Norma - Always great to see you and read your witty, concise remarks!! :-) Um, regarding #3 I am still rather agog...
Rico - Do you recall when Travilla took over the clothing on "Dallas" and made Victoria Principal and Linda Gray look preposterous more than a few times?? LOL Poor Linda seemed to suffer the most (and Susan Howard too!)
Donna - Again, great to see you wading into The Underworld again! The hair and clothing in this movie are so much fun... Soon, the more flat and dreary type of '70s looks would be in vogue, but there was still a bit of '60s fun hanging around at this juncture.
There are more looks in the movie than I was able to capture in this (long!) post for anyone who wants to check it out.
Ken - I have tried to contact Ms. Smith to thank her, but so far don't seem to have gotten through. I tried a different e-mail account (from work!) on Friday, so maybe Monday I will have had success when I go in. I can tell you that she is 90 years old and still sharp as a tack (and working!) and it thrills me no end that she would bother coming here when there are so many places to surf the web... Thanks so much for your endorsements, too!
Just a little more on Ms. Warwick, an astrologer told her that she had 13 letters in her name, and that was bad luck. She added the "e" to make it 14. Ironically, after she added the extra letter, her hits seemed to dry up. She wisely went back to the original spelling.
I love your posts! That said, it is true that John Phillip Law's acting was like a wooden stick (apologies to wooden sticks). He was incredibly handsome, but that does not make a actor. His best role was as the angel in Barbarella--all he had to do was look good and hang on tight to Jane Fonda!
Jodi Wexler married an advertising executive and moved home to Oklahoma. She died in 2013. She was still beautiful and never regretted never acting again.
Long time lurker - big time fan. I finally watched this the other day and of course just *knew* you'd have an article about it. What a weird movie. The theme song was SO AWFUL! And so many bad wigs,including that thing pasted to Hemmings' chin. Hemmings was probably the best thing about this one tho. I think I would have enjoyed it more if the dad from Flipper had been the star as originally planned. You do have to wonder why they continued to try to make Jacqueline Susann novels into movies after Valley of the Dolls was such a flop. Thanks again for the great blog!!!!
Hi there, bg3blog, and thanks for stepping into the light and commenting! People always think about the crazed clothing of the '60s, but then when you really gander at this 1971 film, you find that, wow, the '70s - at least the early ones - were every bit as nutso if not more. And, somehow, the '60s seemed to hang onto color and style coordination within the mod designs while the '70s felt like people were TRYING to assault ones eyes. LOL The reason that they kept making JS movies is twofold. #1 - "Valley of the Dolls" wasn't a flop. It was a rip-snorting box office bonanza. Critics hated it, but much of the public disagreed. #2 - Jackie and her husband began producing the movies themselves rather than leaving it in the hands of others. (And THIS was what they came up with?! Ha ha!) But, honestly, I like really bad movies about as much as I do really good ones, so it's fine by me. Take care and thanks for the comments. :-)
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