Robert Altman’s fourth proper film, and already he’s doing in-references to his old stuff! Hence here we get Hotlips Kellerman caught naked in a fountain, and Father Mulcahy doing bird impressions. In between, Bud Cort doesn’t do much of interest at all. Loads of people really like this self-conscious much-of-a-muchness curio, but it’s right down there with Popeye and HealtH in our Altbook. It’s not that those two are quite as bad as legend has it, it’s just this one surely can’t be anywhere near as good. Still, if you like birdshit gags, you’re in for a treat.