Saw it in a drive-in in San Mateo, CA. Here's how it goes. There's this delicious teacher, Angel Tompkins who must have one of the most cartoonishly beautiful faces on film and a figure to match, is separated from her husband and develops a case of oestrus, the object of her intentions being a former student of hers who has just graduated.
She seduces him all over the place, or tries to. As I say, nice torso. The lovemaking is simulated in unbelievable ways.
Meanwhile there is this voyeuristic lunatic, the goatish and beef-witted Anthony James, who follows her around and spies on her. If she goes out on her boat to sunbathe topless, he dons his frogman suit and snorkels out to peep through the porthole.
Every time something stimulating is about to happen involving the body of Angel Tompkins, the succulent blond mentioned earlier, James pops up and interrupts things. He does it so often that it is clear he has to die.
The music is by Shorty Rogers, an iconic jazz trumpeter and arranger of the 1950s, who must have taken this score out of a back drawer, or maybe he wrote it in his sleep.
Suggestion: rent the tape or the DVD and burn all five minutes of nudity onto your own DVD. Add inserts of Anthony James' bony face if you are mentally unsound. Then return the original tape or the DVD, and destroy your own excerpts before watching them.
Want to see sexy Angel Tompkins in a cult classic? See if you can find "Little Cigars." Did I mention how good she looks?
She seduces him all over the place, or tries to. As I say, nice torso. The lovemaking is simulated in unbelievable ways.
Meanwhile there is this voyeuristic lunatic, the goatish and beef-witted Anthony James, who follows her around and spies on her. If she goes out on her boat to sunbathe topless, he dons his frogman suit and snorkels out to peep through the porthole.
Every time something stimulating is about to happen involving the body of Angel Tompkins, the succulent blond mentioned earlier, James pops up and interrupts things. He does it so often that it is clear he has to die.
The music is by Shorty Rogers, an iconic jazz trumpeter and arranger of the 1950s, who must have taken this score out of a back drawer, or maybe he wrote it in his sleep.
Suggestion: rent the tape or the DVD and burn all five minutes of nudity onto your own DVD. Add inserts of Anthony James' bony face if you are mentally unsound. Then return the original tape or the DVD, and destroy your own excerpts before watching them.
Want to see sexy Angel Tompkins in a cult classic? See if you can find "Little Cigars." Did I mention how good she looks?