Ed Wood's ongoing posthumous cult following has generated two DVD reissues of this desultory porn film. Completists will be forced to sit through an unrewarding short feature, and unless they've drunk a gallon of the Wood Kool-Aid they'll be forced to admit it's utterly worthless.
Pompous narration consisting of pseudo-psychology and shots of nature add nothing to a semi-improvised grinder, with attractive porn pin-up Annette Friedland and her husband spicing up their marriage with the then-novel "swinging".
Series of sex scenes don't fit well together, opening with a boring night club striptease. Film proper begins with hubby Ben picking up a hitchhiker, then humping her on a blanket. Crude sound recording is no fun, as narrator tells us about the psychological ramifications of what we're watching.
Back home Friedland acts the shrew, but her sensuous blow job is effective, especially since the actress is more frequently associated with soft-core assignments. Hubby works in a Bank of America office bldg., where he shows his pal Jim photos he's taken of wifey. There's a lame "kinky" scene where Friedland insists on being dominant with hubby her slave, yet she has him whip her with a belt -all adding up to nothing.
Picture climaxes with a 6-person orgy at Jim's house, staged like umpteen "swapping" scenes that were standard in porn of the early '70s. Alice plays hard to get at first but the clumsiness of the improvised dialog make this extremely tedious. Two buxom actresses are added to the mix: a bleached blonde and a busty brunette, latter a familiar porn face - perhaps Mycle Brandy. Light jazz score is uninteresting, and the junker just ends with money shots.
Without the supposed Ed Wood connection, this loser would have remained on the junk heap.
Pompous narration consisting of pseudo-psychology and shots of nature add nothing to a semi-improvised grinder, with attractive porn pin-up Annette Friedland and her husband spicing up their marriage with the then-novel "swinging".
Series of sex scenes don't fit well together, opening with a boring night club striptease. Film proper begins with hubby Ben picking up a hitchhiker, then humping her on a blanket. Crude sound recording is no fun, as narrator tells us about the psychological ramifications of what we're watching.
Back home Friedland acts the shrew, but her sensuous blow job is effective, especially since the actress is more frequently associated with soft-core assignments. Hubby works in a Bank of America office bldg., where he shows his pal Jim photos he's taken of wifey. There's a lame "kinky" scene where Friedland insists on being dominant with hubby her slave, yet she has him whip her with a belt -all adding up to nothing.
Picture climaxes with a 6-person orgy at Jim's house, staged like umpteen "swapping" scenes that were standard in porn of the early '70s. Alice plays hard to get at first but the clumsiness of the improvised dialog make this extremely tedious. Two buxom actresses are added to the mix: a bleached blonde and a busty brunette, latter a familiar porn face - perhaps Mycle Brandy. Light jazz score is uninteresting, and the junker just ends with money shots.
Without the supposed Ed Wood connection, this loser would have remained on the junk heap.
