Chatterbox wastes no time with its setup, so neither shall I. This infamous comedy begins when pretty Penny (Candice Rialson, Hollywood Boulevard) discovers she has a talking, singing vagina.
Its first words come right after Penny has had sex with her boyfriend, Ted (Perry Bullington), about whose bedroom performance the vagina complains. Ted’s immediate reaction is anger, prompting the vagina to chide, “Can’t you handle a little wisecrack?”
I could not.
While Virginia — as the speech-imbued genitals are dubbed — goes from medical discovery to the talk-show circuit, the viewer is assaulted with essentially the same joke told dozens of times. Worse, while the movie moves fast from scene to scene, the proceedings are slow. The material might make a great sketch, but as a full feature, it feels interminably humorless. When the end arrives, it does so with a threat of a gender-flipped companion piece, eventually carried out by 1988’s equally patience-taxing Me and Him.
Director Tom DeSimone (Reform School Girls) should thank his lucky stars the radiant Rialson agreed to star in such drivel — nonpornographic, it should be noted — as the put-upon salon employee whose parts interfere with her customer service, but who knows what he was thinking by casting comedian Rip Taylor as her boss. Putting Rip Taylor in a movie about a vagina (no matter its skills) is like adding bacon bits to a bowl of Froot Loops. —Rod Lott