Yellow saunters around Stockholm conducting man-on-the-street interviews about social issues. Occasionally has sex. Her director is in love with her, so he puts that into the movie too. The cameraman practices yoga with the sound mixer. A Russian poet shows up. MLK, Jr. shows up. This movie was infamous in the 60’s because it has dicks in it.
This one was recommended to me by attractive marrieds. They’d come to see me drink menstrual blood and shake my butt under a big tent during an evening of orgiastic Klezmer and glitter and then they wrote to me via Facebook and suggested this Irish comedy about a quirky family and a teenage pregnancy. I fear I’m obfuscating the connection in an ill-conceived effort to be a wise-guy. The connection is love.
Jasper At The Movies 