Commited. To Nonsense.

Shock Corridor. From the opening credits, this would-be cult film appears to channel 1940's melodrama, but then descends into something altogether more crass. Our hero, Johnny, seeks the Pulitzer by faking his way toward admittance into a mental hospital by feigning incestuous interest in his sister, played by Kathy, his stripper-with-a-heart-of-gold girlfriend. Particularly exciting inmates... patients?... include the aria singing lard cake, the KKK channeling black man, and the lady "nymphos (doctor-prescribed)," who, while serenading him with a chilly a cappella rendition of "My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean," proceed to maul Johnny on sight. He leaves the scene bloody and bandaged. Please note that said nymphos are the only institutionalized women we see in the film. Extraordinary that there are so many of the lusty bunch.

"My mama fed me bigotry for breakfast and ignorance for supper" is a favorite line. Thank you, Major Lieutenant Colonel Loon. We loved the civil war, too.

Rotten Tomatoes: a 90% approval rating? You're usually so dependable.

B- for Bored on Friday Night. We don't have friends anyway.