Dr. L | New York City, NY United States | 07/04/2007
(1 out of 5 stars)
"I really thought that with the demise of the video cassette , DVD"S would offer a better quality transfer. It seems that companies are making copies of DVD"S from videos. The quality of this product is horrendous. Faded colors, blurry at times and scaratches. It is not even worth the 10 bucks I shelled out to Amazon for it. The film is very 70's with a sexy performance by Ann Margret. Buy it only for her performance and a great song she sings "Today". Better yet rent it first! This is worse than the average bootleg copy!"
CC & COMPANY
Beverly Price | Colbert, GA USA | 11/05/2007
(1 out of 5 stars)
"I am very dissatisfied with this DVD. The quality is good, but this is not the complete version. There are several parts in the original that are not in the version I purchased. This is clearly not the entire movie. I am considering returning it.
Joe Willie Where Have You Gone?
thedeadlyhandsofkungfu | City of Lost Angeles | 12/06/2006
(3 out of 5 stars)
"If you have memories of Broadway Joe in his prime, then this is a pleasant blast from the past. Sports Illustrated did a recent cover story about Joe Namath--his legacy, his ways, his fall from grace...it was a pleasant interlude from the often forced cover stories that have taken over the newsstands. And, what it reveals is that the days of larger than life sports heroes who can actually play the game and who you want to root for (this is a crucial distinguishing factor) are long gone since Joe Willie took off his Jets uniform and headed for the disastrous year at the helm of the Los Angeles Rams.
The time this film was made, there was no star brighter than Namath's...and if you enjoy seeing a sport star (a la Jim Brown and definitely NOT O.J. Simpson) stretch their charisma and machismo in front of a camera, then check this baby out. It's a hoot. Based on anecdotal evidence, it seems that Joe had a good time making the movie and hanging out with a babe-a-licious actress (really the Jessica Alba of her time and more since she could sing and act) Ann Margaret. She showed up at a banquet honoring Joe back in the day.
There's an NFL presents book out right now with a DVD included--a documentary on Namath. This guy truly was something special. He had eggshells for knees, a mind as sharp as a razor and an arm like a rocket. Seeing him lope around the field and calling downs exactly one play after he was absolutely leveled by an oncoming freight train made my heart race then and now. So much so I put a picture of him swarthed in green on my son's wall.
You only wish there were stars as bright and as big as he was today...so much so that movie producers wanted to put an athlete in front of the camera--and I'm not talking about Rick Fox trying his hand at character acting. Joe was cool. He was what every guy wanted to be. Good enough at the job to flip a bird at anyone who got in his face.
So, give it a try...check it out!
TERRIBLE FILM. TERRIBLE TRANSFER. Save your money!
Duncan Dogg | Madison, WI USA | 06/22/2008
(1 out of 5 stars)
"I'm a fan of cheesy, low budget movies, but this TRULY is an unwatchable film. The transfer to DVD is one of the worst I have ever seen. Color is bleached out beyond belief, soundtrack is garbled, overall DVD quality is one of the worst I've ever seen. Save your money, or you'll regret this purchase, just like I have. It's in my Goodwill pile."
THIS MUCH FUN CAN'T POSSIBLY BE INTENTIONAL!
the masked reviewer | Boston, MA | 09/02/2009
(5 out of 5 stars)
""You've seen too many motorcycle movies!" cries fashion designer Ann-Margret to some lust-crazed bikers at one point in the irresistibly awful 1970 biker flick C.C. AND COMPANY. Well, somebody has. Our guess is that it was Ann-Margret's husband, Roger Smith, who penned this laughable compendium of chopper cliches about five seconds after EASY RIDER became the number-one box-office smash all over the world.
Football hero Joe Namath, making a (thankfully) brief stab at screen stardom, plays a thieving, lowlife biker who, while cruising the desert with two fellow gang members, comes across mini-skirted, maxi-haired Manhattanite Ann-Margret stranded in a broken-down limo. "You guys gonna sit there like 'The Wild Ones' or you gonna give a girl a hand?" A-M vamps, as only a half-clad sex kitten stranded in the middle of nowhere might think to do.
When Namath's pals predictably move in on A-M and one threatens to strike her, Namath nobly intervenes with this bit of roadside rape etiquette: "Man, you don't hit something that looks that good. I mean, laying her is one thing, but bruising her--that's something else again." After the two ill-mannered bikers ride off, A-M realizes that Namath was only saving her for himself, but before she gets a chance to show him how much she doesn't mind, a tow truck shows up and he takes off.
Fortunately, the star-crossed lovers meet again soon, this time at a dirt-bike track where A-M is overseeing a fashion magazine shoot of models wearing her latest couture designs while bikers race around them. When Namath appears in the background of the pictures, A-M has to ask him to sign a photo release, for which she promises him what sounds suspiciously like what the studio must have offered him to star in this movie: "Your name in a magazine, fan mail from oversexed housewives, a year's subscription to Popular Mechanics -- anything but money."
But Namath balks at signing, whereupon A-M utters the fateful words, "I need a release!" With that, Namath puts the comely fashionista on the back of his Harley for a long, hard ride, then takes her go-go dancing, and then gets naked with her. After a happy-lovers montage to the sound of A-M's own voice crooning, "When you smile that special smile/As you listen to whatever I say/You've given me such tenderness/You satisfy me in every way," Namath abandons his biker pals to move into A-M's digs.
Alas, the resentful roughnecks, believing Namath has made off with the group's cash, kidnap A-M and unleash their own skanky motorcycle mamas on her. One Harley hussy buries her face in A-M's bountiful boobage and exclaims, "Oh, fragrance divine!" Then she grabs A-M's titian tresses and snarls, "A natural redhead, you suppose? Only her hairdresser knows for sure." When Namath rides to the rescue, he's told that if he doesn't come up with the missing moolah, "Little Orphan Annie here gets a royal gang bang." Namath proposes instead a tough-guy bikes competition -- a hog-off -- so everyone heads to a deserted university track to watch the race. A campus security guard threatens to break things up, but one of the chopper chicks talks him out of it by explaining that they're actually students making a movie: "It's a cross between Antonioni and A.I.P."
Naturally Namath wins and takes off with A-M on his motorcycle, which leads to the portended Antonioni homage. Stopping at a meaningfully empty intersection where a red light blinks "Don't Walk," A-M asks, with ineffable ennui, "Where are we going?" Namath replies, "I gotta split for awhile." Full of angst, A-M growls, "Remember when we talked about looking for something? I'd like to look with you. For a while, anyway." With that, a green light blinks "Walk" and the two roar off into the night, searching, presumably, for better scripts. "