LOLLY MADONNA XXX
5/10
A few months ago I was watching TCM when they ran one of those archival, fluffy promotional “Making Of” featurettes inbetween movies. I was captivated by it because I had never heard of the film – an early ‘70s MGM “hayseed drama” named LOLLY-MADONNA XXX – despite the film offering an amazing array of talent, including Rod Steiger, Robert Ryan and a dynamite young cast including Jeff Bridges, Scott Wilson, Gary Busey, Randy Quaid, Ed Lauter and Season Hubley. This rarely-screened picture – which has never been released on video in any format – has finally made its way back into circulation courtesy of the Warner Archives, restoring the scope dimensions of cinematographer Philip Lathrop and director Richard C. Sarafian.
51lyucUYSWLBeyond the curiosity factor, “Lolly-Madonna XXX” (105 mins., 1972) is as strange as its title. Resembling what you might expect if you crossed “The Waltons” with “Deliverance,” this adaptation of the book by Sue Grafton – future bestselling mystery author – stars the young Hubley as a girl who’s abducted at a bus station in the Tennesse mountains. Mistaken as part of a prank by the Gutshall family to trash the moonshining operation of their nearby neighbors – the Feather clan – Hubley pleads her innocence to no avail, and instead gets wrapped up in a family feud between rival patriarchs Steiger and Ryan, whose offspring – Bridges, Wilson and Lauter on Steiger’s side, Busey and company on Ryan’s – range from the not-entirely bright to the downright deluded. Ultimately, the feud escalates once Ryan’s daughter is raped by Lauter and Wilson’s bumbling duo, and turns violent and bloody.
It’s hard to imagine how “Lolly-Madonna XXX” received a PG rating back in its day, as this bizarre, violent film – which is unique if nothing else – holds a strange, almost surrealistic spell on the viewer in spite of its shortcomings. Lathrop’s vivid lensing is only diminished here by elements that are far from pristine, no shock given how seldom the picture has ever been shown outside of a 1972 theatrical run. The Tennessee locales are nevertheless beautifully shot, as are the dingy abodes of both families, who seem like they’re living decades removed from the 1970s (only a black-and-white TV showing “Forbidden Planet” announces its specific era). The film starts off well, but derails once Lauter’s character pretends he’s an Elvis wannabe and croons to himself in a mirror (a spectacularly embarrassing sequence), and culminates in a downbeat climax heavy on a Vietnam allegory with needless bloodshed being spilled by both clans.
Director Sarafian also throws in all kinds of directorial tricks – flashbacks, still photos – in an effort to jazz up the picture, which only adds to its strangeness. With a fine Fred Myrow score, “Lolly-Madonna XXX” is a compelling film less for its dramatic content – which never gels – but rather its aesthetic trappings and presence of a young cast, many of whom were on the brink of stardom, plus a scenery-chewing Steiger, who’s kept in check until a hilarious outburst in the final moments.