Google fails me. Or not.

It was on the tip of my tongue. Really.

Just a little hint was all I wanted, and I couldn’t find it. Back in the mid-eighties, I watched a mildly amusing (very mildly) film that had some nice quotable lines. I’d like to give proper credit when I use them, because while it’s fun to be obscure, it’s even better when you can prove you’re not making it up.

So, what couldn’t I find on Google, Lycos, IMDB, Altavista, or Yahoo? Here’s what I remembered: it’s basically a series of adult sketches with the loose frame of a “stag film award show,” put on by a psychotic employee who has taken over a broadcast TV studio and staged this with the unwilling assistance of the repressed emcee. It’s hit-or-miss stuff, with bits like “stag film director,” “dial-a-snatch,” and the crazed employee blaming the destruction of the American sex drive on hexachlorophene.

The act of typing the previous paragraph ended the search, of course, because while everything is indexed somewhere, the trick is getting it to sort to the top. In this case, remembering the name of the “dial-a-snatch commercial” sketch was the key. It’s Henri Pachard’s 1975 film Video Vixens.

For my next adventure, I’ll try to obtain decent copies of Deadtime Stories, The Perils of Gwendoline in the Land of the Yik Yak, Vampire Hookers, and the original Where The Boys Aren’t.

Now that’s a funny movie. Really.