Watched as part of a Blake Edwards binge. acknowledge the satire. surprised at the nudity. Didn't enjoy the slapstick physical humor. Don't think I would have even understood why it was made, if I hadn't read the connection to "Darling Lily".

Brilliant exposé of movie shenanigans - chokful of colorful references to common practices of studios, agents, directors, actors, managers, lawyers, etc. Especially enjoyable given the slew of A-Listers in this ensemble cast. Great backstory on this one - given that Blake Edwards himself suffered the slings and arrows of scorn after his own production in the late sixties, he effectively created this compelling tale. Brilliant performance by William Holden - his last performance, actually, and every bit as present/committed as was his first (Prison Farm, 1938).

Blake Edwards' S.O.B.does its best to disprove the old adage that less is sometimes more. What could have been a scathing satire on the morals and principles of the Hollywood elite is instead a movie where virtually every scene is overplayed, replete with plenty of yelling and hysteria and silliness and pointless slapstick, subverting any message that was trying to be imparted. There are a handful of laughs, but for the most part the characters all say and do too much, to the point where it borders on exhausting. You know that there are problems when the best parts of the movie are Julie Andrews "boobies" and the secondary plot involving the fate of the corpse on the beach and its faithful dog.

Famous director. Allstar cast. Boring movie.

I don't think it was consistently funny.

The best comedy movie ever made!

One of best written comedies you will evee watch. Witty dialogue and.great semi autobiographical Blake Edwards story.

it's kinda messy, but not bad

There have been many movies about Hollywood, but never so blatantly honest as S.O.B.

To rip apart the phoniness of Hollywood through satire is a ballsy endeavor, especially when the person doing the ripping is one of the most successful names contributing to Tinsel Town's well-oiled machine. Back in 1981, writer/director Blake Edwards ("Breakfast at Tiffany's," "The Pink Panther") had the intrepidity to lampoon the industry that allowed for him to nourish his greatest artistic instincts for decades. Resulting is "S.O.B.," a nutty skewering that bruises as much as it cavorts Edwards's own inaccessible personal frustrations. Much of the film feels autobiographical. The protagonist is a frustrated filmmaker whose later career has struggled in matching his earlier successes. The protagonist's wife is a Julie Andrews type played by none other than Julie Andrews herself, who was married to Edwards for over forty years. A lot of the supporting cast is comprised of past collaborators and old friends. And yet, a rascally ambience prevails; sharp-tongued mockery is more "S.O.B.'s" brand, not bitterness. But though it's pointed and sardonically witty in ways only a comedy maestro of Edwards's caliber could project, the film never lives up to its brilliantly facetious promise. Edwards goes for nervy scintillation and mostly delivers - but because his satirical edges are widely targeted instead of spikily specific, he never cuts Hollywood quite as deeply (or as painfully) as we'd like him to. Too many characters move in and out of the plot; too many imbalances in pure slapstick and wacky absurdism leave a definite tone questionable. However many pitfalls stand in the way of "S.O.B.'s" being designated as a masterpiece, it's still an interestingly splashy film, in part to Edwards's willingness to eviscerate his profession, and in part to the acerbic dialogue and the caustic performances. The infinitely better "Victor Victoria" would come just a year later, and would prove to be Edwards's last great feature and Andrews's last juicy (and Oscar nominated) role. But "S.O.B." gives its maker a chance to parody his own experiences, and gives its leading lady the opportunity to spitefully revoke her squeaky clean image - that's good enough for me. The film covers the behind-the-scenes drama of the production of "Night Wind," the latest project backed by Felix Farmer (Richard Mulligan), a phenomenally successful movie producer. Throughout his decades long career, Felix has acquired a reputation of perfection; all of his pictures have been notable moneymakers and have mostly proved to be critical hits. But his latest excursion was a massive flop, mocked by all and big enough of a disaster to cause execs to worry about his bankability. Initially, Felix takes the vilification hard; a short time after the "tragedy" does he become manically suicidal. But after a flash of inspiration, he decides that "Night Wind," conceived as a musical vehicle for his wife (Andrews), will only win him back his commercial prowess if transformed into a sex farce. Not a timid one, either, but a soft core pornographic romp with its musical score very much intact. Wild, maybe. But maybe wild enough to earn his spot back at the top of the corporate ladder. Convincing his wife to go topless, and convincing his director (William Holden) to go along with his batty overhauls, is a different, longer story. Additionally rife with balmy side characters - I particular took a liking to Loretta Swift's bitchy gossip columnist Polly Reed and Robert Preston's zingy Dr. Irving Finegarten - "S.O.B." is always energetic and always intriguing, just lackadaisical when it comes to overarching focus. It doesn't develop movie-within-a-movie "Night Wind" well enough to make it as funny a hot button issue as it could be, and it never settles on whether it wants to be a dark dark comedy or a madcap dark comedy. But the film's inconsistencies don't harm its overall effect as a stinging satire all that much; its intellect is never to be questioned, and Edwards's modern screwball staging never ceases to light up the premises. It just never rises above being a likable vanity project - it's cutting and it's self-aware, but it's also untidy and unfocused. I'm fond of "S.O.B.'s" acidic wiles, though, and, for what's it's worth, it's a batshit force.

This is about as unfunny as a farce can get. The whole enterprise has a sour taste. I saw this when it first opened in 1981,and then again recently. The cast consists mostly of elderly male stars who play interchangeable characters like Hollywood producers, directors, etc. For complicated and unconvincing plot purposes, a wholesome Julie Andrews-like-star named Sally Miles must bare her breasts in her latest movie, a hastily-remade mishmash that tries to turn a family musical into a soft port epic. What fun! There is nothing inventive or theatrical in this enterprise, the making of the movie within the movie. Julie Andrews is surprisingly boyish and mostly absent. There are plenty of pratfalls and car chases, bumbling cops, Lesbian agents, and other cliché's that were already tired in 1981. A majority of the scenes are among the male actors, and take place in offices or living rooms. This film happened to have been made during a time I was living in Hollywood, and star-studded parties in Malibu beach houses are very familiar to me. It wasn't as thrilling as it sounds, and this film evokes that. Anyone who has lived in Hollywood knows that there is a stillness that hovers over the town, sometimes almost a deadness. This movie captures that.

Anyone who loves the inner workings of Hollywood has to see this beyond-hilarious depiction of some wonderfully nutty characters. Every performance is simply hilarious!

There is one truly interesting thing about this movie that almost makes it worth seeing: I am not aware of a major Hollywood Studio movie that satires major Hollywood Studios and the major Hollywood players in such an angry way. This movie is so angry you can almost smell it spewing off the screen. This film gained a great deal of notoriety and a bit of controversy back in the day for featuring Julie Andrews topless. The problem is, Julie Andrew's breasts are really the core "entertaining" aspect of the movie. "S.O.B." was written and directed by Blake Edwards who was also Julie Andrews husband. In the movie Andrews is playing a very skewed version of herself. In this skewed version she is an Oscar winning actor who is "America's Cinematic Sweetheart." Loved and adored by the world as a beloved actress who has remained successful in family-friendly roles. 온라인카지노추천 Sitcom star, Richard Mulligan, plays a skewed version of Blake Edwards. In this skewed version of the legendary Hollywood comic director, is presented a an "artiste" who refuses to pander to the Hollywood elite. This "alternate reality" Julie Andrews has just starred in the biggest budget musical of all time written and directed by her "alternated reality" husband filmmaker. The movie flops in a big way. The director slips into a suicidal depression while his wife is hellbent on divorcing him and taking him for all he's got. To save his career, keep his bankbook out of his movie star wife's hands -- he convinces the major Hollywood Studio to let him "re-shoot" the movie so that it becomes a close to X-rated musical. The primary idea being that the world will pay tons of money to see Julie Andrews nude. Julie Andrews goes topless. Erotic dances, orgies, drugs, alcohol, wanton lusts, vengeance, perversities, chaos and mayhem proceed at full-pitch R-rated form. The movie has some funny moments, but mostly it is just a rage-fueld rant. This is of course what makes it retain some interest. This film came out about the same time as the infamous "Heaven's Gate" -- which would forever change the way Hollywood functioned. Warning: "S.O.B." runs for just over 2 hours. They feel like 9. You will never get this time back. It will be gone forever. Listen, in 1980's Julie Andrews had a lovely set of knocker. But you're going to have to sort through a great deal of foul comedy to see them.

I remember seeing this in the theater with my ex-he really liked this and so did I well crafted cheeky satire. be sure to look for the racy (at the time) baring of Ms. Andrew's breasts.

Un gran reparto para una parodia de la industria de Hollywood , tiene algunos momentos al estilo de Blake Edwards.

A stone cold masterpiece best known for wife Julie Andrews' topless scene, this features William Holden in his last role and Rosanna Arquette in a walk-on one year before Toto's song about her hit the charts. Essential.

I adore this film. Robert Preston, William Holden, Robert Webber, and of course Richard Mulligan - irresistible. It's an '80s, heavy-R version of the Marx Brothers. Adorable.

This is might be one of the angriest movies I've ever seen. Blake Edwards had an axe to grind and he is grinding it for over two hours. After a while it almost feels like there i not a corner of his life he wasn't pissed off about. There are some funny moments and William Holden is solid. However, this film will always be remembered for the first time Julie Andrews pulled off her top and let out her "boobies" --- they are quite beautiful but the set-up is silly and makes no sense from either side of a camera.

Deliriously funny, mordant, and cynical. The late Richard Mulligan is one of the funniest American comic actors of all time.

I love this film, but I have to admit it is a bit of an acquired taste. I lived in Southern California in the early 80s and my family was in the movie industry. I have always thought this movie was a period piece showing the intimate and hilarious aspects of the changing of the guard in Hollywood that happened in the 80s. The first third and last third of this movie are simply insane. I have watched it dozens of times and I still laugh. All that and Mary Poppin's boobies to boot, how can you miss.