Kino offers a sturdy transfer of Ashby’s overlooked and still quite volatile feature film debut.
It confuses nostalgia for earth-shaking cultural upheaval, never really expounding on the actual effect of the Borscht Belt circuit’s influence.
How desperate was Hollywood in 1970? It let Hal Ashby make The Landlord, a crazed, profane racial satire written by negroes.
Is this all there is to mainstream indie filmmaking?
Adam Sandler only stumbles significantly when he too vigorously stresses his comedic affectations.