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Purely Joyful Movie!

Excellent and certainly provocative... If nothing else, the film is a real conversation starter.

There is, somehow, an interesting story here, as well as some good acting. There are also some good scenes

Hi, I'm Mark Kermode of the BBC. When not inexplicably getting paid to tell you what I thought about films, I like to trawl through my Mill Creek box sets for undiscovered gems. Today's film is I Wonder Who's Killing Her Now. I'm going to tell you about it now. Also, did you know it takes me five hours to get my quiff looking perfect?This horrifying and intriguing indictment of the exceptional angst arising from modern man's desire for material goods may superficially present itself as a terribly unfunny comedy about a man trying to call off a hit on his wife, but there's so much more going on here. Also, I regularly knock one out to recorded images of myself reviewing films. I'm that good. Take for instance the Caucasian actor who is pretending to be an Indian (like I pretend to know more about films than you do). This is clearly a metaphor for Hollywood's insecurities regarding the rise of the Bollywood film, and paves the way for Fisher Stevens' similar role in Short Circuit. We all know now that the irony was that Fisher himself was a white guy being played by an actual Indian actor (Fishinder Stevdeep), but I'm sure at the time this was a sincere gesture on the screenwriter's part. Like I'm sincere when spouting complete garbage for BBC viewers waiting to see the weather forecast.Also, gaze with somnambulent wonder at the multi-layered humour here. The fat jokes, the midget jokes, the transvestite jokes, all of these are cheeky, yet relevant predictions of the future. We are all now image obsessed, and the scene where the Bela Lugosi guy is trying to transplant an old woman's brain into a young woman's body raises not laughs, but the hairs on the back of one's neck. I keep jars of the drool that comes out of my mouth when appearing on the BBC and smear it on the stars I meet at premieres. For some reason. We are truly in the realm of Andy Kauffman's 'anti-comedy' here. You are not laughing at this film. This film is laughing at you. Like Fellini's Intervista, this is a subtle look at the entertainment industry and shouldn't be missed, just like my new book "You are incapable of having subjective opinions regarding films and therefore must rely of a self-important smug non-entity to tell you what films to like", Yours, Mark Kermode.P.S Does my quiff look stupid enough? I sniffed an old woman's underwear once. I'm Mark Kermode. Only I am qualified to tell you what films you should like. Also, I only have one testicle and it looks like a walnut. I'm Mark Kermode.

Good cast and kinda of a cute film but really doesn't have to many laughs for me. I love zany comedies generally speaking but this one isn't as funny as I was hoping it would be. It's not a bad comedy film but it's lacking something I can't quite put my finger on.Generally speaking I like the Mel Brooks films and similar types of comedies... 'I Wonder Who's Killing Her Now' is in the same category but just somehow falls a little flat. I feel some of the jokes are a bit worn out and thin. There are a handful of giggles but just not bust-a-gut laughs one looks for in a comedy film of this nature.The film is OK for watching when there is nothing else better on to watch. I acquired this film in the Drive-in 50-pack collection.2/10

The mystery is how it could be so bad. The cast is a great collection of comic character actors of the 1970's. The writer has a top-notch resume filled with wonderful comic scripts, including his collaborations with Woody Allen (the early movies, when Woody Allen movies were funny), and the director isn't incompetent. There are even some good lines in the script. (One attempt on Joanna Barnes' life is introduced by a shot of a shark in a swimming pool, with a sign by the pool reading, "Acme Shark Rentals." Bob Dishy's psychiatrist is confined to a straight-jacket; Dishy asks him why, and the psychiatrist replies, "We can't all be fashion-plates.") But the result is a mess. The actors and the director seem to have responded to what they knew was a failing movie with desperation -- "maybe if we play this broader, louder, quirkier, more over-the-top, we can make it funny." They can't, and they don't.So what went wrong? The temptation, this having been a product of Hollywood in the 1970's, is to wonder who was on what drugs. If that isn't the explanation, I'd love to hear what was.

This is one funny flick. It's about the dead-beat husband of a rich woman who, after finding out she's going to divorce him, takes out a life insurance policy on her and hires a hit man (Bill Dana aka Jose Jimenez) to do the dirty work. When he finds out that the insurance policy is invalid, thanks to the incompetant doctor (Pat Morita) who performed the most discreet physical in medical "hystery"! The husband then tries to stop the hit, only to find that it has been sub-contracted about a dozen times! The round up of the (insane, whacky and unlikely) hit men is so funny that my sides hurt when the film finally ended.