Lord- where do we begin? A Hollywood "B" movie with softcore pretensions tries to take on the English aristocratic tradition- and the result is a cinematic road accident.
Why do Americans trying to emulate that the English upper classes sound so kitsch? The general effect is listening to a violin with a broken string playing to an empty auditorium. Let the Brits do the Brits- please! Anyway, this appalling little number fails on almost every level. There is certainly no class, no acting of any description- nor sufficient nudity or naughtiness to make this worthwhile. There was a modest budget for which we are all grateful.
So I can't recommend this film on any level. Do not confuse it with the racier other "Fanny Hill" outpourings which came out over the following 20 years. This is just dull. Even for 1966.
Why do Americans trying to emulate that the English upper classes sound so kitsch? The general effect is listening to a violin with a broken string playing to an empty auditorium. Let the Brits do the Brits- please! Anyway, this appalling little number fails on almost every level. There is certainly no class, no acting of any description- nor sufficient nudity or naughtiness to make this worthwhile. There was a modest budget for which we are all grateful.
So I can't recommend this film on any level. Do not confuse it with the racier other "Fanny Hill" outpourings which came out over the following 20 years. This is just dull. Even for 1966.