(1963) dir: Harry Vincent (aka Curt Ledger); w/ John King, Jo-Ann Perry, Fred Wagner. Lotsa skin; no plot.
A gang of bad young(ish) men steal a bus and rape some women. And that, I’m sure, is the sum total of the shooting script. The only sound is the canned music and the deathly-serious narrator; there appear to be no other humans on the planet besides our rapists and their victims; and the ladies really seem merely inconvenienced by rape. In fact, although this flick tries to sell itself as a ‘roughie’, 90% of the action is the same old softcore make-out scenes except with a narrator telling us how dreadful it is. There are some long stretches of dullness in spots, but it does deliver with quite a lot of topless fondling, which is as far as it gets. In its day, it was outrageous – but for anyone raised with the internet, this is a sleeping pill.
(1965?) writ, prod & dir: Al Mitchel; w/ Jed Hudson(?), Jack Ryland, Terry Norris. Teensy bit o’ skin; gobs o’ dull.
Viewing pornography is bad for ya, but actually running a girly magazine will drive you bonkers! I think this was trying to be a gritty sexual-tension drama. What we actually get is a bunch of painfully dull footage with some dime-novel narration that keeps promising that something awful will happen anytime soon now. The only awful thing that happens is the time wastage for all concerned.
(1965) dir: Michael Findlay; w/ Yolanda Moreno, June Roberts, Darlene Bennett. Lotsa skin; but it ain’t worth it.
The sordid confessions of some young ladies trapped in the sordid life of a “party girl” (they never do actually use that sordid “P” word). Even in an era when guys would sit through anything for a glimpse of skin, this one must have been a punishing ordeal. It’s carried entirely by droning narration which never does get around to anything like a plot – you get a bunch of rather awkward burlesque routines, a bit of rape, a shower scene, and some bizarre attempts at “artsy” photography. But all of that is overshadowed by a whole damn lot of old newsreel footage because they desperately needed to pad the running time… yeesh.