Too Much Empasis On Doug Kenney

The guy was a basket case. He founded National Lampoon, a commercial copy of his undergrad Harvard Lampoon. He pissed his life away. He was a terrible husband, and, not surprisingly, not much of a lay. I loved NatLamp, but not so much this movie. I LOVED Michael O’Donoghue. I met him in NatLamp’s offices circa 1976, talked with him, and he told me, “Send me stuff.” Do you know what a rush that was/is to this day? Michael was in the film
Manhattan, which I consider Woddy Allen’s masterpiece, though I know he thinks differently.

He killed himself. As a suicide, he is denied Heaven.

I had every copy of NatLamp shown in this movie. I was bored to tears by it. What schlock.