Directed by Nelson Lyon. With Sarah Kennedy, Norman Rose, James Harder, Jill Clayburgh. Victim of an obscene caller becomes obsessed with her fantasy of. In this film that seeks to make a comedy about obscene telephone callers, several callers and their victims are shown. One interesting sidelight is that the film contains three members of Andy Warhol's art-gang (including Ultra Violet). The Telephone Book Quotes. The story of a day in the life of a lonely, sensitive, exhuberent, attractive, young woman. Her exploits, encounters, and frustrations as she attempts to find a.
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THE TELEPHONE BOOK (). Far from the usual X-rated oddity, this is a mind- roasting chunk of NYC-lensed, experimental sexploitation, aesthetically akin to. In , I produced an independent feature film in New York, written and directed by Nelson Lyon, called “The Telephone Book.” It is a dark. “–The Telephone Book lead animator Len Glasser on his inspiration for the final sequence. DIRECTED BY: Nelson Lyon. FEATURING: Sarah.
Some famous character actors appear in cameos and some of which prove to be quite outrageous and funny. He has a scene where 10 naked ladies, at least that is how many I was able to count, all jump on top of him and begin sucking on his various body parts.
There is Roger C. Carmel as a psychiatrist who enjoys exposing himself to ladies on a subway train, but when Alice decides to do the same thing in return he becomes shocked and repulsed.
There is also William Hickey playing a man suffering from a permanent and incurable erection.
The best appearance though comes from Norman Rose famous for narrating many films. Here he appears wearing a mask of a pig and playing the actual obscene phone caller.
My only complaint would be that I wished he had taken off the mask so we could have seen what he really looked like. The film ends with an eye popping animation segment dealing with a giant headless naked woman who squats down and has sex with a sky scrapper that needs to be seen to be believed. This is also the only part of the film that is in color. This was of course before cellphones, but I suppose demanding logic from a film that otherwise revels in the absurd would prove futile.
She searches the telephone book to find him, encountering stag film producers, perverts and lesbian seductresses in her quest. When she finally tracks him down, they share the ultimate obscene phone call, whose orgasmic power is depicted symbolically as a crude, sexually explicit surrealist cartoon.
Still photos of the scene do exist.
The film was a complete flop on release and quickly disappeared from circulation, preserved in rare bootlegs and only resurfacing as a curiosity in the new millennium.
Sights like that have a tendency to stick in the mind.
Up until then, The Telephone Book is a mildly absurd pre-hardcore sexploitation comedy with art-scene pretensions; a long confessional monologue from a pig-masked pervert followed by a surreally obscene, obscenely surreal animated climax launch it into a different stratosphere of weirdness. In its seedy black and white universe, subway flashers, lesbian predators, and nymphomaniacs exist alongside surrealism, social satire, and cameos from Warhol superstars Ultra Violet and Ondine.
Young Alice lives alone in a room wallpapered with porn and a giant breast hanging from her ceiling.
The first part of the movie, which starts strong but soon bogs down in repetitive sex sketches, involves Alice going on an odyssey through the phone book to find Mr. His long monologue is totally absurd, and juxtaposed with portentous, arty camerawork implying existential depth.
Here, high and low art collide, in a sublime eroticism conveyed through the crudest anatomical drawings, transformed by a childishly surreal imagination that swaps and reconfigures body parts at will.
Tongues grow out of starched shirts, a pyramid of tiny men sport penises taller than they are, and a four-legged, three-vaginaed, seven-boobed creature dodges a pecker with teeth like a snapping turtle.
The entire segment is only five minutes long, interspersed with color reaction shots of John and a climaxing Alice, but the effect is unforgettable. Some things have to be seen to be believed. It could only have come out of a period of profound sexual confusion.