MY BREAKFAST WITH BLASSIE (1983) 1/2* I really like Andy Kaufmann, up to a point. I am resigned to the fact that he always went beyond that point when working outside the protective confines of network television. Well beyond that point. But usually he's highly entertaining along the way as he moves inexorably into hopelessly poor taste. A breakfast with World Wrestling dude Bill Blassie, or Fred Blassie, whatever....anyway it seems really great in theory. The footage of the L.A. premier that opens the film is really horrible, but turns out to be the highlight. They talk about how fat Thai ladies remind them of Buddha, how they don't like signing autographs because of the bacteria involved in transferring pens, how turkey is an appropriate breakfast entree, try to make the chick at the next table whose husband is in Sing-Sing...its only a matter of time before they turn their attention to vomit and boogers and no surprise at all when they get there. The Blassie guy is kind of silly in a cartoon-like way, no one's going to convince him of the facts about Elvis. Maybe if they'd been slamming drinks on the bus on the way to Sambo's...
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