Not quite a "roughie," this 1968 exploitation flick is quite daring for the time (full frontal female nudity, backstreet abortion, daughter sleeping with mother's boyfriend.) Nowadays, the themes and plot would be at home on broadcast TV. The acting is absolutely terrible, which is typical of these films that were shot in a matter of days, and it's amusing to watch the actors read their lines from strategically located sheets of paper placed on the set. You almost expect them to pause and reach down to flip the page.
What's most memorable, though, is the effort by the director to clothe the movie in a cloak of morality. There is voice-over narration that makes observations on the inability of the daughter to control her emotions at such an early age (16 years). Like "I Accuse My Parents," there is a strong element of blame attached to the parents for their failure to properly care for their daughter's emotional needs and maintain a stable domestic relationship. At the end of the movie, the parents meet with a counselor who explains that the daughter has lapsed in nymphomania, but with a concentrated effort on the part of the parents and medical professionals, she can be cured. This was not, of course, a product of the director's concern for public morality. It was an effort to deflect criticism of the movie and to cloak it with some degree of respectability, perhaps even avoiding it being shut down by outraged local officials. Think of this movie as the trashy cousin of the films shown by The Billy Graham Crusade, wherein young people got themselves into trouble but were able to be saved at the last moment by dedicating themselves to God.
Overall, a (sometimes) unintentionally funny movie with some interesting twists. Oh, yeah...and a lot of T&A.
What's most memorable, though, is the effort by the director to clothe the movie in a cloak of morality. There is voice-over narration that makes observations on the inability of the daughter to control her emotions at such an early age (16 years). Like "I Accuse My Parents," there is a strong element of blame attached to the parents for their failure to properly care for their daughter's emotional needs and maintain a stable domestic relationship. At the end of the movie, the parents meet with a counselor who explains that the daughter has lapsed in nymphomania, but with a concentrated effort on the part of the parents and medical professionals, she can be cured. This was not, of course, a product of the director's concern for public morality. It was an effort to deflect criticism of the movie and to cloak it with some degree of respectability, perhaps even avoiding it being shut down by outraged local officials. Think of this movie as the trashy cousin of the films shown by The Billy Graham Crusade, wherein young people got themselves into trouble but were able to be saved at the last moment by dedicating themselves to God.
Overall, a (sometimes) unintentionally funny movie with some interesting twists. Oh, yeah...and a lot of T&A.
