A chance encounter with an international playboy and a clandestine affair with a cryptic married woman entangle an unsuspecting young man in a well-planned conspiracy. Has anyone emerged unscathed from the unbreakable shackles of passion? (IMDB) Read More »
Take a deep breath, meditate for a few moments to cleanse the mind, make sure there are no sharp objects in the room, strap on a seat belt, and carefully enter the world of Too Much Too Often, yet another slice of unintentional surrealism from The First Lady of Sexploitation, director/producer DORIS WISHMAN (here billed under the name of her then-husband, Louis Silverman). But beware: your mind may never be the same… Read More »
Anne and Tom, a married nudist couple, work in a real estate office. When the agency’s owner discovers that Tom is a nudist, he fires him. Unfortunately, Tom was just ready to close a big real-estate deal with Al Jenkins. Tom goes to his favorite nudist camp to take his mind off his problems and discovers that Al Jenkins is also a member of the nudist camp. Together they come up with a plan to get Tom’s wife and their boss to get to the nudist camp so they can close the deal. Read More »
He knew all the games… she was the plaything
DORIS WISHMAN, the First Lady of Exploitation, makes the ultimate Deviate’s dream come true with this extraordinarily demented piece of celluloid sickness.
A degenerate gambler, unable to come up with the cash necessary for a high stakes poker game, bets his nubile daughter. And loses. His daughter immediately becomes the delectable property of a hot-to-trot sex fiend and the film promptly becomes a catalogue of perversion, wallowing in domination, humiliation, fetishism, voyeurism, masturbation, lesbianism, spanking, bondage, blowjobs, incest, and more. You’ll be showering for days after this one! Read More »
Christopher J. Jarmick wrote:
A fairly serious pseudo-documentary, which captures the lifestyles of several transsexuals in various stages of changing their gender. Dr Leo Wollman M.D. was a legitimate practicing doctor who is our guide through this one of a kind, once shocking film that features some footage of operations that are not completely revealing but not for the squeamish. There are some scenes of probing of a constructed vagina and shots of men with artificially developed breasts. Then there are several staged soft-core scenes thrown into the film to add to the hodgepodge. Dr Wollman occasionally makes statements like “not all dildos are used for medical purposes.” Note: actual on screen credits were not available to verify credits. From the advertisements: “All True! All Real! See a man become a woman before your eyes!”, “Born a Man . . . Let Me Die A Woman”, “Torn from Today’s Headlines.” Read More »
Quite honestly, this film is crap. It’s laughably written, woodenly acted, badly filmed and dubbed, and contains only a wisp of a plot. It’s also pretty boring. And yet, I couldn’t look away! Must have been the wall-to-wall nudity, the whole raison d’etre of this turkey.
It’s quite refreshing to see so many beautiful naked women circa 1961. There’s no silicone to be found, and these women look happy, healthy and well tanned. Watching them cavort for the length of this movie is a pleasure, but it’s the only pleasure you’ll get out of this lame duck.
The nudity must have been racy in its day, but today it’s strictly PG. There’s plenty of breasts and buttocks, both male and female, but none of the nasty bits. In fact, all the nudists either cover their genitalia with some object – a newspaper, a towel – or, they deliberately turn their hips away from the camera as they walk by. At one point there’s a volleyball game taking place: the team with their backs to the camera is completely nude, but the team facing it are all wearing swimsuit bottoms. It’s pretty silly stuff, but the charm lies in seeing such an abundant display of T&A in such an old film. Read More »
Three sexy women, raised separately as orphans, are summoned to a funeral, where they learn that they are in fact sisters and that the dead woman was their mother. The latter had been a secret agent – the notorious Double Agent 73 (a reference to Wishman’s earlier “Chesty Morgan” flicks) – who had been murdered in the line of duty. (The actress shown playing her in flashback bears very little resemblance to that formidably proportioned actress-stripper, especially at the bust level — but of course, who could?). She had used her feminine wiles (if you know what I mean) to seduce and betray enemy agents, but was rather careless in executing this modus operandi – the unwanted daughters being one of the job hazards. The executor of the will tells the girls that they can inherit a cool million each as long as they can track down their mother’s killer within one calendar year. Plenty of absurd violence and nudity ensues. Read More »