Dementia, Daughter of Horror (December 22, 1955)
Released on December 22, 1955: This avante guarde independent film follows a day in the life of a young insane girl without one word of dialogue or text.
Directed by John Parker
Written by John Parker
The Actors: Adrienne Barrett (the Gamine), Ed McMahon (the narrator), Shelley Berman (the stoned beatnik), Bruno VeSota (the rich man), Ben Roseman (Gamine's Father, and plainclothes cop), Richard Barron (the evil one), Ed Hinkle (the butler), Lucille Rowland (Gamine's mother), Jebbie VeSota (the flower girl), Faith Parker (the nightclub dancer), Gayne Sullivan (wino), Shorty Rogers (jazz musician), Jonathan Haze, Angelo Rossitto (newsboy)
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DO NOT WATCH THIS MOVIE! I love movies. I love cowboy westerns, psycological thrillers, tear jerkers, slap-stick comedy, chick flicks, detective murder myteries, I love them all. And I never thought in my wildest dreams that I could ever find a movie without any redeeming values. Even if the plot was a bit thin, there were the costumes, the cars, the customs of times past - there was always something worth watching. Boy, was I wrong.
This is about a crazy girl that killed her father after he killed her mother. She goes out alone at night, and encounters all sorts of weird people. Now, weird people are usually fun to watch, but I really mean, really weird. They are not in any way like people that you might ever encounter, weird or not. And the dialogue? There isn't any. Honest. You can hear footsteps, you can hear all the background noises that you might expect, but none of the actors ever opens their mouth to speak. They just look at each other like demonic zombies.
I figured with Ed McMahon, Johnny Carson's sidekick, as the narrator, and some jazz footage of Shorty Rogers, and a couple of other notable actors, there must be something here to say, 'Cool, I'm glad I saw that.' But no, take my word for it, there is nothing here to see. Hollywood was definately a sandwich short of a picnic when this one was made there. I know, you don't believe me and you'll watch it anyway . . . well . . . remember . . . I told you so! Pop a big bowl of white kernel popcorn with warm melted butter on it and watch the show . . . only if you must.