Oddo indeed! But I liked this, rambling b/w 'sex' movie from Nick Millard. Ostensibly revolving around a disillusioned Vietnam vet returning to San Francisco and including stock shots of the war in negative exposure. This is in reality a series of encounters with or sometimes just close by scantily clad ladies who play with their underwear and themselves. The thing is the girls don't quite move and writhe in the 'normal' way and Millard seems as interested in bits of underwear or bits of bodies and certainly feet and shoes as he is in the traditional sex fare. This all means that set to a jazz score we are treated to a most unusual and oddly erotic series of images. The misogynist, cod philosophical narration is irritating but so appealing are the strangely shot bits and bobs, I for one did not care. The much hyped violence is mostly off screen and seemingly irrelevant. Mr Millard may have had something to say about a 'mad man' but as usual with the more off beat film makers, it is not so much their serious and supposed intellectual thoughts that interest but their inner passions, possibly, unwittingly revealed.
Review of Oddo
