Either you've got it or you haven't - some like randy young Timothy Lea (Robin Askwith), manage to get it all the time! Signing up with a pop group, our boisterous hero progresses rapidly ... See full summary »
Either you've got it or you haven't - some like randy young Timothy Lea (Robin Askwith), manage to get it all the time! Signing up with a pop group, our boisterous hero progresses rapidly from local gigs to scoring a titillating hit with The Climax Sisters, with plenty of ribald adventures along the way! A classic for those who want to know how to "get more" out of music! Written by
The CONFESSIONS series, started in the mid-seventies as a smuttier antidote to the seaside-postcard breeziness of the infinitely superior CARRY ON series (as well as fodder for the then-burgeoning British "adults only" cinema chains), are interesting as time capsules, but nothing else. The direction, script, acting and performances are all absolutely dire, and the same tired old faces from the same tired old TV sitcoms turn up, a bit sheepishly, in a succession of small roles and cameos. Bob Todd, Peter Jones, Anthony Booth, Peter Cleall (Duffy from PLEASE SIR!), Doris Hare, Bill Maynard, Rita Webb and Robert Dorning must have had zero self-esteem to ever have signed up for this stinkbomb. There are a few surprisingly good moments, however - the glam rock band Kipper actually do sound like a half-decent example of vintage seventies chart music (even if Cleall's vocals owe more to the "Oi!" movement than Slade or the Sweet), even if their tour van is tarted up like something out of a Hanna-Barbera cartoon. Robin Askwith, to my mind an interesting, game-for-anything actor, is effective as the "hero" - he actually seems to be living the role, whilst everyone around him is sleepwalking. Finally, I did crack a smile at the sheer crassness of the female vocal duo called (oh dear...) The Climax Sisters, one of whom is played by Diane Langton, who was briefly slated as the revolting Barbara Windsor's permanent replacement shortly before the Carry On franchise finally went down the pan. For some reason, Langton's combination of cheeky girl innocence, buxom exuberance and faintly grating squeakiness always makes me chuckle, and she's responsible for the only memorable bit of dialogue - when Booth asks if he could have a couple of words, Langton simply says "Yes, p*** off". It's that kind of film, and frankly I'd need bribing to sit through it again, but if you're a die-hard seventies nut or a serious Britcom enthusiast, it might while away a rainy afternoon.
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