Leonard Cohen: Bird on a Wire
Palmer's film is that rare concert doc that isn't for established fans only.
"Three in the Attic" is a frustrating movie because it could have been so good and occasionally is so good and yet it finally loses its nerve and collapses into a routine gutless exploitation picture.
Still, before the collapse sets in there are a couple of fine comedy scenes and performances likely to surprise you. The premise is also promising: Paxton Quigley (Christopher Jones) is the archetypal fraternity stud, the guy who goes with three girls at once and is (as the ads say) a legend in his own time.
Quigley falls in love with a blond (Yvette Mimieux), shacks up with her for the summer, has an unfortunate encounter with her parents, comes back to college in the fall and quickly adds a beautiful black chick (Judy Pace) and a long-haired Jewish hippie (Maggie Thrett) to his list of conquests.
The seductions and the casual heartlessness that makes them possible are handled with an out-front sort of frankness that is both funny and true. An old motel operator in cahoots with Quigley has some hilarious lines ("If you need any help, Sonny," etc.). But when director Richard Wilson freezes the action so Quigley can give us advice about the care and handling of women, the result is a weak echo of "Alfie," which was a strong echo of "Tom Jones."