
'Keyholes are for Peeping' (Also known as 'Is there Life after Marriage?!') is billed as 'A parody of Adult movies'…and right out of the gate, I feel its kind of misunderstood its core premise, because parody of adult movies IS in and of itself a genre of Adult movies. Its a bit like saying your doing a parody of a comedy, or an homage to a tribute…Like…I GUESS it can TECHNICALLY be done. But its absolutely an oxymoron…
What I will say is, its nice to once again encounter Sammy Petrillo! After last seeing him in 'Shangri-la' he's back again doing low/no budget adult movies bringing with him his Jerry Lewis impressions…but the further away we get from his 'hay day' the sadder it feels honestly…
Here? Sammy is playing 'Stanley Bebble' a hopeless partner and put upon son who's just become fully licensed as a Marriage Councillor. The problem is, he's a bumbling putz who doesnt know which way is 'up' most of the time, and he's about as lucky in love as the incel community.
So when Sammy hears from the Janitor that a lot of couples in the building are having marital disharmony (the Janitor has a thing for Voyeurism and regularly breaks into tenants apartments…because its his 'thing.) Sammy sets about ensnaring these unhappy couples into a therapy session to work through their issues…The problem though is, as mentioned Sammy has NO idea how love and relationships are supposed to work and with it…laughter and slapstick ensues.
A bit of a clunker if im being honest. clocking in at just shy of 80 minutes. the entire films tone and humour is fully spent in the first 5 minutes, and from there it just idles endlessly in a jokey, but rather grimy and depressing screwball fug for the remainder of the runtime. The pacing is pedestrian, like 'The Amazing Transplant' this films format essentially is just bad humour bookending extended sex scenes and recycled footage from other movies.
The characters are grating and uninterested, there isnt really so much an act structure, it has more in line with a series of sketches or vignettes than it does a fully coherent narrative.
The directions flat, lifeless and as mentioned covered in a kind of sleazy grimy-ness that reminded me very heavily of Ray Dennis Stecklers 'adult' offerings. Doris Wishmans apartment at this point has a SAG card for the amount of time its been shown on screen. The cast direction feels like it was predominantly AWOL and instead Doris just asked them to improv or vibe their way through scenes.
The cine is rough, badly focussed, composition isnt thought through, sequences feel lax with not enough B-roll and an overeliance on recycling footage to try and smooth over the cracks.
The performances are largely flat, the dialogue is dire and a good chunk of the film relies on silent black and white footage, and while some of that is okay, the vast majority of it feels only marginally better performed than the dialogue scripted sequences.
Even the score is largely library tracks that have been played to death.
This one really did feel less like Doris had a vision she wanted to put out there, and more that she had access to Sammy Petrillo for a weekend, a few am-dram friends and a bucket of off cuts to burn through. I could understand the intended audience for this one, but its so half hearted I very much doubt anyone who WOULD be interested COULD be interested.
Definitely the low point so far of the 'Twilight Years' set. I really didnt gel with this one. Its not TRUELY awful. But its one I dont feel I need to rush to catch again…
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