A stupid movie that's only plot line is for a young punk to imagine himself the "greatest lover" while he delights to envision and live his sexual fantasies thru another, the psychiatrist who takes pity on his disassociation with reality.
The psychiatrist gets stirred to the point where he begins reliving the fantasies in his mind with his wife, who he has basically ignored and overrun their entire married life.
Furthermore, the film borders on the surreal because the viewer never knows what is true and what isn't. Once doped, the young punk retells information that the psychiatrist told him about another centerfold-obsessive as if it was his life (and without the overrated accent).
Therefore, the obviously drugged punk is "rescued" by the psychiatrist and his wife back to an island where he was supposedly romantically involved with the centerfold before disillusioning her (so much so that she ended up demeaning herself in near-naked photographs), and she is there to make a "happy ending" although strangely unrealistic for the viewer - since what is true and what isn't is obviously under question. Is the kid under another delusion? Did the psychiatrist notify the centerfold of the punk's change in heart? The viewer is left with too many questions to make sense.
The entire film was nothing but a waste of time for the male libido in the unreal world of sexual fantasy. And any individual who admits to being with 1503 (remember the last one who even came back), I wouldn't want to be in the same building with. Think of the germs!
I will finish by quoting a popular saying: "A great lover is not a man who romances a different woman every night. A great lover is one who romances the same woman for a lifetime."
The psychiatrist gets stirred to the point where he begins reliving the fantasies in his mind with his wife, who he has basically ignored and overrun their entire married life.
Furthermore, the film borders on the surreal because the viewer never knows what is true and what isn't. Once doped, the young punk retells information that the psychiatrist told him about another centerfold-obsessive as if it was his life (and without the overrated accent).
Therefore, the obviously drugged punk is "rescued" by the psychiatrist and his wife back to an island where he was supposedly romantically involved with the centerfold before disillusioning her (so much so that she ended up demeaning herself in near-naked photographs), and she is there to make a "happy ending" although strangely unrealistic for the viewer - since what is true and what isn't is obviously under question. Is the kid under another delusion? Did the psychiatrist notify the centerfold of the punk's change in heart? The viewer is left with too many questions to make sense.
The entire film was nothing but a waste of time for the male libido in the unreal world of sexual fantasy. And any individual who admits to being with 1503 (remember the last one who even came back), I wouldn't want to be in the same building with. Think of the germs!
I will finish by quoting a popular saying: "A great lover is not a man who romances a different woman every night. A great lover is one who romances the same woman for a lifetime."