Basically The Adolescents deals with a rather reserved girl (Stark)who attends a private boarding school in England who gets seduced by a young ruffian (Andrews)who takes her back to his apartment where hidden cameras are placed behind groovy 70's furniture for the purpose of getting pornographic material for magazines in Denmark, which justifies I suppose, the copius amounts of Tit shots. However, having said that, the film is handled a lot better than other trashy American Tits and Bum films. There is an actual point to the nudity, unlike other films where people for some reason trim their hedges in the nude. But in all honesty, the best thing about this film is its extensive location filming of London right slap bang in the middle of the 1970's. So if you want to catch footage of swinging London in those glorious old days, check it out.
This film is far more interesting as a time piece, however. It's fun and engaging to watch this film and see how Hollywood was interested in projecting the late '60s high-class psychedelic world. The scene where Jack Lemmon takes Catherine Deneuve to the private club which is completely fitted out like the jungle and features sexy waitresses who slink around in various animal skins, with the only way to attract their attention is to shoot them on the bottom with a cap gun, really does make you marvel at the fact that clubs like this really did exist. Ah! Those were the days....
This TV movie deals with a handful of people boarding a B747 bound from London to the USA. A rich couple has boarded the plane with the remains of an ancient church that used to be a part of the wife's English ancestry. Only trouble is....the stones are haunted!! (well, that's a first! I've heard of possessed houses and possesed people, but, slabs of limestone?)
Anyway William Shatner boards the flight in wonderful plaid suits and plaid hair pieces posing as a man of religion who has lost his faith. He performs a delightful bit of cheesy acting in trying to ward of the horrific, terrifying flood of evil, devil possesed chocolate sauce emerging from the cargo bay (I've never seen people so terrified of confectionary). The film reaches it's climax when the passengers decided to build a bonfire in the plane to keep their souls free from what looks like Guacamole dip - obviously these people don't fly much or else they'd realise that this is what Airline food normally does.
It's a hilarious film with lots of absolute dead pan acting, but keep your eyes out for the highly dramatic and tense scene in the plane where I am positive that the actors are desperately trying to contain their laughter. I don't blame them.
Hot Summer, as it is called in English, is a delightfully bland East German musical made in 1967. The star of the film, Chris Doerk was somewhat of an East German pop star and this film was her vehicle. Basically Hot Summer deals with a group girls and a group of guys all off to the Baltic sea to enjoy their summer holidays. They've got the check-mini skirts, the patent leather shoes and these guys and girls are going to Rock and Roll their way into the 60's in East Germany. And it doesn't get much better.
The separate groups of guys and girls decide to have a competition and see who can arrive at the Baltic sea from Berlin first. I can't remember who won, but it wasn't important. What was important was the dramatic storyline. The guys decide to play tricks on the girls and then snogg (Kiss) them and vice versa. And there were the songs, slotted in at every available opportunity, and proceeded to become downright annoying. But hey, that's Socialism. The storyline was absolute drivel and dragged on considerably. I'm convinced the Production crew lost the script and ended up just re-using scenes. However, the scene where one of boys appears at the door to a barn wearing tight black jeans, plaid shirt, teddy boy hairdo and thumb firmly planted in his belt loop while his hips gyrate so fast it would have earned him an Order of Lenin singing some dreadful song is a scene definitely worth seeing.
Why oh why when we have some many great story lines to persue do we copy shoddy American horror films. And this is a perfect copy of one of those forgettable horror flicks. Basically as the story goes, A demented high school science teacher goes on a murderous rampage through a posh boarding school and is protected by his shag-anything wife and finally caught out by an intrepid Nun. It's actually quite funny, really.
However, the sad thing about this film is it is not bad enough to be cherrished in the Hammer tradition. Oh well. The best thing about this film was Baby Desmond. It has nothing to do with the fact that he is my cousin, of course.
This film lies somewhere between an extended Saint episode and an early James Bond movie, but as Roger Moore was the best James Bond, (as we all know), this film is nevertheless enjoyable just for his suave, Mr smooth 1960's London swinger acting. The original Austin Powers.
Nothing exceptional, however this film is reasonably enjoyable in a mild mannered way. You could certainly do worse.
The film uses a very unique film device, which is the female lead is actually played by two actresses: One actress for her placid nature and another actress for her tempremental side. This makes the film fascinating viewing even more so that the women don't even look the slightest bit alike. The film also has those beautiful European situations such as Fernando Rey telling his story to a train carriage full of freaks and oddities.
Just one of those exceptional movies.