Directed by: Charles Swenson
Starring: Howard Kaylan, Mark Volman, Robert Ridgely
In the 70’s, there was a pretty interesting underground comic movement going on with people like R. Crumb and Harvey Pekar, and Ralph Bakshi helped translate that to weird underground “adult” cartoon movies with his version of Fritz the Cat. Down and Dirty Duck is an example of that same kind of idea, though it’s probably more of just an example of this guy Charles Swenson (who went on to do Rugrats and Aaah! Real Monsters!) ripping off Bakshi.
A guy with a shitty job is disillusioned with his life and constantly strikes out with the girl he likes at work. He meets an anthropomorphic duck and loses his job, then goes on an adventure to get laid. It’s kind of a road movie, where they meet whores and lesbians and crooked cops and Mexican drug traffickers. You know, all those types of things you’d imagine you’d find.
Honestly, I was kinda interested by the beginning of this film. It starts out interchanging between the main character’s perceptions and daydreams and the reality (which is also bizarre and overtly sexual, just in a different way), and it made me think that the whole movie might be more of a Freudian exploration of this average guy dealing with his base urges or something. Once the duck comes into play, it gets a little lazier, and more than that they just cover the same territory over and over again. Yes, women don’t like you and you’re angry about that, I get it. Some of the songs were kinda funny, I guess.