By Anna Merlan
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By Anna Merlan
For some reason I wasn't getting any action on my new, improved personal ad for the '90s.
"Chain-Smoking Couch Potato, 35 (but looks 55), card-carrying NRA member. Hates to laugh but loves to drink pina coladas on a bass boat while watching you scuba dive. Seeking morose, big-breasted, bisexual lesbian with independent income and thong bikini. "Will take you out even during 'Monday Night Football,' but only to topless bars that have big-screen TVs. Nude photo gets mine."
It just wasn't pulling as many responses as I thought it should, so I switched over to the "voice personals."
These are those dealies where you basically troll for a mate while making a breather call.
These days, if you wanna score in the personals, you need to lay some whiskey-voiced downtown Attitude down on the tape.
You say something like this:
"Hi, baby. I know you're out there. Let's do a little cappuccino and then head over to the Michael Bolton concert. Then I know a little bistro where we can dance till dawn.
"If you still like me, we can go listen to my New Age tree-frog tapes and talk about Matisse while the sun comes up over the Ukrainian cathedral."
You get the idea?
You get on there and you make up this fantasy that includes every single thing you hate in life. And the girls listen to it and they go: "Wow! That voice and that attitude. He sounds so fascinating."
One more thing, guys. Important tip for the '90s. Act like you're absolutely not interested in what the girl looks like. The great-looking ones will never tell you what they look like until you hook 'em with the whole Peter Lorre/Michael Bolton thing. They think you like 'em because of their voice on the phone and all the fascinating things they say about their astrologer.
Never, ever mention anything about beauty and eventually the foxes will say "Men have told me I'm easy on the eyes."
When you hear those magic words, then bingo! Set the date. Do the Ukrainian cathedral thing. You're in. Isn't technology great?
Speaking of interesting ways to meet women in the '90s, our flick this week is Private Obsession, the best evidence yet that the erotic thriller has just plumb petered out.
This time they don't even bother with a third character--an abusive husband, a long-suffering girlfriend. None of that stuff.
Michael Christian is a geekazoid with a special homemade dungeon in his El Lay apartment, and one day he poses as a limo driver and kidnaps supermodel Shannon Whirry and puts her in a room where he can watch her get nekkid on a monitor and try to talk her into making the sign of the twin-humped couch weasel with him.
Shannon Whirry is the "other" Shannon. Shannon Tweed is the undisputed box-office erotic thriller queen. But Whirry is the up-and-coming gal all the guys want to see more of.
Unfortunately, she's really scraping the bottom of the icing bowl on this one, spending most of her time sitting on a bed in her underwear, screaming stuff like, "Let me out of here!" and "I'd like something to eat!"
Meanwhile, creepy Michael cackles at his video-monitor control board, telling her exactly how she has to be trained so that they can be married and live happily ever after with her as his love slave.
Finally they've wasted so much screen time that Shannon goes, "Oh, what the heck, I'll get in the sack with the guy."
And here's what's creepy about it. She seems to kinda...like it.
Twenty-six breasts. Multiple aardvarking.
The old ether-in-the-limo trick.
Lingerie-shopping montage to a lounge-lizard song called "How Many Ways Do I Love You?"
Toilet-tank drinking. Gratuitous Rip Taylor.
Drive-In Academy Award nominations for...
*Shannon Whirry, her metallic-gold cocktail dress and her two enormous talents, for saying, "Men will tell you anything they want you to hear" and for getting stuck in a pet door in the nude.
*Michael Christian, as the creep, for saying, "I'm the guy with the key to your mind!"
*And Bo Svenson, as the private eye who has absolutely nothing to do in the movie, but who keeps a straight face as he does it.
Joe Bob says check it out.
WE HAVE A WINNER! In the May 28 column, Terry A. Lawson of Middletown, Ohio, asked about a movie that took place at a New Year's Eve party/concert: "I think the title had 'party' in it. Anyway, part of the movie revolved around this musician who is supposed to play that night.
"He is supposed to have been famous but hasn't been heard from in years. When the limo sent to pick him up gets to his house he and his lady are just sitting around, and they have been for a long time because they, and everything else, are covered in cobwebs. He doesn't want to go to the party because he thinks he has 'lost it,' but then some simple little thing gives him an idea for a song. The rest of the movie is about the people backstage and the people coming in to see the show...."
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