“While others get laid, Charles, you will make love!”
An aspiring virginal filmmaker (Tim Choate) lusts after a beautiful young co-ed (Krista Errickson) who wants nothing to do with him.
Genres, Themes, Actors, and Directors:
Charlie Loventhal’s semi-autobiographical debut film received promising reviews from the New York Times upon its release — but it’s truly difficult to understand why. This archetypal tale of a young virgin hoping to gain some experience has been told countless times, and there’s nothing particularly new or original here; in fact, within the first fifteen minutes, we can already tell which pretty-but-not-popular girl the protagonist will end up with, and which pretty-but-selfish girl he’ll woo without luck — only to eventually realize she wasn’t worth the effort to begin with (who knew?). Charlie’s romantic travails (yes, he even has the same name as the director) are counterbalanced by a running subplot concerning his obnoxious film professor (played by Wallace Shawn, annoyingly typecast), and his classmates’ slavish slathering over the pretentious “art” films Shawn has produced. Naturally, our lovable protagonist is the sole budding filmmaker in the bunch who believes that films are meant to be — gasp! — entertaining; it’s too bad that the drivel he churns out really isn’t.
Redeeming Qualities and Moments:
- Wendie Jo Sperber as a sexually aggressive co-ed determined to bed Charlie
No. While this film is inexplicably listed in the back of Peary’s book as a Personal Recommendation and a Sleeper, it’s definitely not worth seeking out.