Film

The Telephone

Name: The Telephone
Genre: Drama, Comedy
Released: 1988
Cast: Whoopi Goldberg, John Heard, Elliott Gould, Hervé Villechaize, Severn Darden

Drama

A fractured comedy about an out-of-work actress spiraling in her apartment, using her telephone as her only lifeline to the world. Whoopi Goldberg anchors this strange, deliberately chaotic film—part absurdist character study, part fever dream. It's lo-fi, weird, and utterly uninterested in making conventional sense. For viewers who like their comedy disorienting and their protagonists genuinely unmoored.

TMDb rating

2.2

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