Barney (Scott Baio) is the classic nerdy teen who knows he has no chance with girls so he focusses all of his attention on his experiments. That of course doesn’t mean his eyes do go wondering and mind imagining all kinds of things. Classic teenage boy. Then, an accident in the lab changes everything for him in an instant; he develops telekinesis. The only other people to know about it is Paten (Willie Adams) and Bernadette (Felice Shachter) and both have different ideas as to how he should use his new powers.
Scattman Crothers joins the cast to add a more adult humour, because this doesn’t have enough talk about women and whiskey. Nope, not at all.
It’s different to see a story that lets the person with super powers continue to live normally (ish) even though it is obvious something strange is happening. No government agencies swooping in to do experiments and dissect him. The closest that we get is when his mother is frightened by the flying dummy, calls in the exosists. That’s it, she thinks he’s possessed and wants him to be purged with holy water. Different, but disappointing.
And the face Barney pulls when he’s using telekinesis is so obvious and stupid. I want to punch that face. Please, no-one pull that face in front of me, I might be tempted to punch. There were a couple of cringe-worthy moments, especially when he was quoting “Are you talking to me? You must be talking to me because there’s no-one else.” Yeah, doing that just before a fight, not a good idea. Made him look stupid.
Funny, but not the type that has you laughing out loud and rolling on the floor. I miss that. Sill funny, this is.
One thing I’ve noticed, even though the outfits are more scandalous now days, we have less and less nudity on screen. Back in the seventies and eighties every other frame had boobs and ass, but the skirts were long. Interesting to note, nothing more.
I can’t really complain about this one, it’s an entertaining film. Nothing new and earth shattering, just fun. I’m leaning more to thinking it’s a film to watch to pass time. And that’s probably worse than hating it, because I’m not going to watch it a second time or be really paying attention if I ever do.
Shoving this one to the back of the shelf for future generations to discover when they’re looking for something risqué but don’t want to get caught with the hard stuff, just yet.