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  Review by theriverjordan ★★★½ 14

  “S.O.B” is an orgastic ode to the last days of the Hollywood weirdo. 

  Just on the verge of big budget action franchises smashing the remnants of New Hollywood, Blake Edwards held auteur cinema a funeral of flames and pharmaceuticals. 

  “S.O.B” is an autobiographical satire. In it, Edwards ridicules the troubled production and rabidly awful word of mouth of his own “Darling Lili,” a flop of a movie musical that starred his wife, Julie Andrews. 

  Here, “Lili” becomes “Night Wind,” and Edwards surrounds his screen persona with a roster of oddball adversaries and advisors - including Golden Era legends William Holden and Shelley Winters. 

  All of them… utterly, completely, totally off their rockers. 

  With much of “S.O.B” taking place across a…

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  Review by 📀 Cammmalot 📀 ★★★½ 2

  Cinematic Time Capsule
  1981 Marathon - Film #44

  ”America’s G-rated sweetheart, in a X-rated nude scene.”

  Watching a doped-up Julie Andrews giggling away as she says, “I’m gonna show my boobies” is easily one of the funniest things I’ve seen in awhile.

  And you can tell that she and hubby Blake Edwards are having a cathartic good time with this sardonic satire of Hollywood buffoonery. Everyone’s out for personal gain and no sense of decency will stand in their way.

  In other words, it’s a tinsel-town documentary.

  BONUS POINTS to Robert Preston as the hilarious quack to the stars, who steals this movie with every line he utters.

  ”A Sleeping Beauty boilermaker…
  Take no notice if he begins to levitate.
  It’s a common side effect.”

  
  Cinematic Time Capsule - 1981 Ranked

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  Review by nickusen 1

  hollywood absolutely must return to comedies that have a sight gag every 30 seconds

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  Review by Blake Bergman "Various Spaghetti" ★★★★

  "S.O.B." is a 1981 satire directed by Blake Edwards. Even playing a little bit from the page of slapstick comedy, "S.O.B." places a dark, self-reflective approach on the production side of the film industry, especially in terms of dealing with failure. In Edwards hilarious vision, the film presents itself that it is not only making commentary on the industry it exists with, but also seemingly applies things like it can take some of the energy as a joke against itself. This largely is the most accessible point about the film, with the audience laughing along with the film as it "loosely" laughs about itself.

  We are given the story of Felix Farmer, a 99% proficient film producer within the entirety…

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  Review by DNA cinephile🏳️‍🌈 ★★★★

  S.O.B. 1981. Directed by Blake Edwards.

  S.O.B. (Standard Operating Bullshit) is Blake Edwards hilarious film about the big movie producers and owners of studios who treat actors and employees as if they are expendable. On the other hand, if you are a Julie Andrews fan, this is a serious feast for the senses. Yes, there is a great deal of male gaze but, Andrews was and is one of my favorite actors and this film delivers the Andrews that no one had seen and will never see again. Edwards put his wife’s heart and soul into this film and didn’t look back. The supporting cast of William Holden, Marisa Berenson, Robert Preston, Loretta Swit, Shelley Winters, Rosanna Arquette and Colleen Brennan made this feel like a sprawling Altman film. Henry Mancini, Edward’s usual Oscar Winning composer made this film flow like silk in a soft core world.

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  Review by Michael501 📺 ★★ 1

  1981 In Review - July
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  Felix Farmer (Richard Mulligan) is a Hollywood director well on his way to killing his career. He just spent $30 million making a musical that no one wants to see. But, after several botched suicide attempts, the filmmaker has a sudden epiphany: Why not turn his moribund family-friendly entertainment into a porn movie? Of course, to make his scheme work, Felix will have to convince his actress wife, Sally Miles (Julie Andrews), to bare it all for the camera.

  This film gained a great deal of notoriety and a bit of controversy back in the day for featuring Julie Andrews topless. The problem is, Julie Andrew's breasts are really the core "entertaining" aspect of…

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  Review by LarsN 2

  This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.

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  Review by MichaelEternity ★★★★½ 1

  There have been a lot of scorching satires on Hollywood, thinly (if at all) veiled, bitter, self-loathing peeks at the insidious underbelly of showbiz, from "The Bad and the Beautiful" to "The Player", and Blake Edwards' "S.O.B." belongs alongside the best of them. Its distinction is a more laid back party vibe; these types of movies can be cutting exposes, or howlingly melodramatic, or fatalistic and bleak, but Edwards softens the autobiographical razor wit with a free-ranging, anything-goes nonchalance, goofball antics, and a bedding of absurdist sentimentality.

  There's no telling where the movie aims to go, as it opens on an elaborate musical number in which Julie Andrews symbolically performs the old children's song "Polly Wolly Doodle" in a room…

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  Review by Jim Gabriel

  Watching this and Days of Wine and Roses back-to-back re-reveals Edwards’ mastery of widescreen staging, always sensible and sharp with an underrated knack for moving actors around within a visual scheme, finding a tensile angle in any interior without getting too fussy. But what marks S.O.B. is its empire of high-foolishness sharpies and their partying, drugging, screwing and skeins of outrageous fuck-your-buddy doublespeak — Hollywood life as a huge, wobbling soap bubble waiting to be popped. In style, it feels a decade past its time, a hangover from megaproductions gone south (see: Darling Lili) and the psychic toll borne from too much kicking against the studio pricks, but damned if Edwards didn’t let it all hang out here: the eyes-in-the-back-of-the-head…

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  Review by Bruno Andrade ★★★★ 1

  O filme que o Tarantino gostaria que Once Upon a Time... In Hollywood fosse.

  Mas não é.

  Várias razões para isso, mas tem duas que parecem ser as principais.

  Uma tem a ver com o conteúdo do filme:

  Tarantino acredita romanticamente (engana-se, e assim engana os seus espectadores - e tudo bem, cinema também pode ser isso, uma enganação romântica) que Hollywood é o melhor lugar para se fazer cinema no mundo;

  Edwards sabe empiricamente (ele pode até se enganar, mas não engana os seus espectadores) que Hollywood é o pior lugar do mundo para se fazer cinema.

  A outra tem a ver com a forma:

  o Tarantino, eu já disse isso um zilhão de vezes, não gosta realmente de…

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  Review by Justin LaLiberty ★★★★

  “Instead of the American dream, it should have been the American wet dream”

  acerbic satire of hollywood seems, at face value, to be a sort of horny version of The Player but Edwards offers up something tonally harder to pin down; simultaneously full of pratfalls and exceptional (and very funny) dialogue written by Edwards himself and also a surprisingly dark (and occasionally fairly mean) rumination on the issues inherent within the studio system from someone existing in its trenches for decades — Julie Andrews may lay claim to the most infamous scene here but every single performer is on fire, honestly one of Edwards’s best

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  Review by Keith G ★★★½ 11

  S.O.B. Standard Operational Bullshit...not Son of a Bitch.

  After an endless string of hit movies, Hollywood producer Felix Farmer (Robert Mulligan), monumentally flops with his latest musical Night Wind, starring his wife and box office A lister Sally Miles (Julie Andrews). The studio turns against him, his wife leaves him, it's all quickly turning to shit for Felix. Falling into a deep depression, Felix, with the help of his long time friend and Night Wind director Tim Culley (William Holden), soon rallies and knows what to do...recut it, shoot new scenes, turning it into an erotic masterpiece.

  Yes you're right, it's that film. The one where Mary Poppins gets her boobs out. Very nice they are too. Writer/director Blake Edwards'…