I bought the DVD yesterday, and asked myself the above question while watching it last night.
For some reason, I didn’t react to it the way I did when it came out in the early 70’s. Was it the novelty of watching cartoon characters screwing or was the film telling me that boredom breeds anarchy, and I didn’t catch that meaning the first time around?
Whatever the reason, I have a copy of Fritz The Cat for sale. All I want is to break even, so if you’re interested, e-mail me.
Kinda like my reaction when I rented The Wall a year or so ago.
It seemed so deep in that smokefilled movie theater back in my high school days. Don’t know whether it was the Zeigfield or the smoke that filled it that made that pretentious, overblown and over-long peice of. . . . something that ain’t great look like a something new and great to me.
The music still kicks ass, though.
Never saw Fritz the Cat. I think I’ll rent it. Cartoon sex, gotta be at least a little funny, right?