“Ian Fleming’s Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.”
First half: wacky and delightful.
Intermission: long enough to empty the dishwasher and make a cocktail.
Second half: a b-grade Bulgarian horror film in any other context.
Though I have revisited the breakfast-machine scene many, many times, this I believe was the first full rewatch since I first dressed up at eight years old to go see a repertory screening with my neighbour, at the Classic, which later became a porn cinema. Always enjoyed telling people I saw Chitty Chitty Bang Bang at a porn cinema. The Classic is a comedy club now.
