Bare-ly a movie! I love how much Michael Donovan O'Donnell is just grinning ear to ear like an adolescent constantly spying behind not at all conspicuous large plants inside of every naked woman's room.
This was around the time when from all reports Ed Wood went deep into the world of **** movies and got deeper into alcoholic waste, but you frankly wouldn't know that it was made by a desperate man so much as my a gleeful if untalented showman.
It is never quite rises past being inept in the ways of, you know, how a film can or should be shot or framed or lit or edited (if Godard saw this he might have regretted starting off the Jump Cut style, and that amuses me), but the majority of the performers seem to be having vivacious (largely softcore) sexual situations and just having a generally fun time, as if Wood off screen was getting jubilant the more they were dancing and falling over one another.
Practically all of the scenes that should involve hardcore ******* look hilariously like, at least when it is man on woman, when you were a kid and smashed your action figures together to simulate then having *** with each other. It also gets positively kinky and manic in the final ten minutes and that is much appreciated. Other times when it is lady on lady, it is a little more sensual and almost truly erotically charged - as opposed to over-long and kind of icky when it is the guys and their mangy hairy mugs - probably because Ed just let them do what they wanted (many a pool…