That’s a very big face mask.
Yes, it’s another movie from the Hazel Flagg Collection.
These mainstream US 70s movies… I’ve watched so few of them, which was one of the attractions of Hazel Flagg’s list of movies. This is very amiable, very professional — the jokes keep coming, and the performances are totally on point.
But I can totally see that this is one of those lost movies — it’s not very high concept (i.e., no hook) and the actors seem mostly to be character actors. And so I’m watching this on DVD:
The director here does not have an extensive career, but I’ve seen Slither, at least…
It’s just so… well made. Matthau and Glenda Jackson have incredible chemistry, and that doesn’t hurt, of course, but the entire thing just feels so effortless and charming. The repartee keeps on being amusing, but without feeling forced.
*gasp* Shoes on on the bed!
I’ve been wondering what this reminds me of, and it dawned on me that this is giving me “superior 1980 TV episode”, in a way. I don’t mean that as an insult — it’s just that this puts me in a similar mood as to what I remember being when I was thirteen and watching Hill Street Blues or something. It’s just three years off, Google tells me.
Like one of those shows, only loads better, of course.
The interest here is (like in Hill Street Blues) the characters and the witty lines, and the plot is basically incidental. But watching this has made me want to re-watch Hill Street Blues! I wonder how that holds up…
Anyway, this was incredibly satisfying to watch.
House Calls. Howard Zieff. 1978. ⚅














































































