A made-for-television oddity the mere mention of which brings back a Proustian rush of developmental hormones. William S. Repsher reminded me of this film in his landmark piece on 70s cinema a few years back. I actually saw “Cotton Candy” during its 1981 prime time broadcast. (What was it doing on the shelf for 3 years? Did it play at drive-ins?) I was 6 or 7 and my older sister and the baby sitter, one Gail Stasko, who had hair so feathered she could have been stabbed by Jason Voorhees, were watching it. I was only half paying attention until the notorious strip-poker sequence. You see, the nascent rock band Cotton Candy (who may or may not defeat Rapid Fire at the Battle of the Bands. . .a Battle of the Bands, mind you, set at a “Dawn of the Dead”-era mall) is jamming at the garage when the lights go out. They are still getting to know each other so a game of strip poker is in order. But wait?!? Will foxy drummer-cum-chemistry major (she’s going to M.I.T. on scholarship next fall – or is she?) Brenda Matthews play too? You bet she will! She’s part of the band! Anyway, the strip-poker scene. . .the least erotic three minutes of cinema. . .kept me up nights. Hey — I was 7! Anyway, don’t look for this film anywhere. Bill got his copy through his underworld 70s connections — a VHS copy of the 1981 broadcast, complete with commercials (one of which starring Seinfeld’s mother shilling for Pine Sol — another with Orson Wells shilling for white wine!) A remark must be made about young Brenda: today, she’d be cast as the female lead’s ugly friend. Has cosmetic surgery changed Hollywood that much? The answer — yes, you idiot. A shame, because the women on, say, the O.C., even though they force quotas from other races in there, all look the same. Brenda — eyes too close together, a few extra pounds on her — she had her own look. Anyway, if you ask nicely you can come over and watch my dub of it. Some of the songs, I must admit, don’t absolutely suck.
2 Comments »
Leave a comment
You must be logged in to post a comment.