20 February 2003 | chimpa
A thumbs-up from me!
I can understand how many people would find this movie a waste of 97 minutes of their lives, but I loved it. It didn't try to be a Hollywood blockbuster, which is certainly a good thing; low-budget films that aim too high only embarrass themselves. However, Pterodactyl Woman From Beverly Hills (PWFBH) laughed at itself for being a B-Movie (or perhaps a C-movie??). Whilst the storyline is quite lame, it is gentle and amusing; an archaeologist disturbs some bones, and is cursed by a voodoo man calling himself Salvador Dali ("What can I say? I like his work"). This curse causes his wife to turn into a pterodactyl every now and then (the transformations come at night, but the mannerisms remain through the daylight hours - eg. Swallowing live carp in a supermarket). If you are a die-hard, high-budget movie fan who likes big computer-generated explosions from Star Wars or tense, engaging chase films like The Fugitive, then chances are that you won't like PWFBH. On the other hand, if you like movies for the entertainment value, and are not scared to try something different, have a look at this film. Don't take it too seriously (which isn't hard with characters called Salvador Dali and Pablo Picasso), but sit back and enjoy. My personal favourite character was Sam ("Have you come....for a cocktail....with Sam?"), and favourite scene was the surreal but wonderful Blue Martini song. If I were to rate this film with a critic's eye, it would not come up too highly, but from a viewer P.O.V., it was enjoyable and, at times, hilarious, gaining about 8 or 9 out of 10. Keep an eye out for Barry Humphries as the supermarket salesman, and his famous character Dame Edna Everage in the background of the same scene.