The only place to begin this review is by sayin that in the first 30-minutes, Ringo Starr, playing a Mexican gardner, kind-of rapes the title character. Next to him, at the time, Richard Burton is raping a plastic mannequin and Sugar Ray Robinson is mixing drinks. I'm not kidding. Apparently intended to be some spoof
of pornography written by Buck Henry, Candy is the object of desire of everyone she comes into contact with. As she goes forward through her journey, she meets lots of different people who also pretty much try to rape her. She's very nice about it. But the guys are clearly just kind of jumping on top of her. The she's led into the back of a moving semi, where Marlon Brando, playing an Indian yogi, actually gets down with her in way she comfortable with. They travel through deserts and snowy mountains, screwing in various positions. It made absolutely no sense to me. In the end, nothing is learned or gained except that Ewa Aulin was a stunning Swedish flower who needed to be in a better movie.
January 27, 2012
