Small town girl Jennifer Bradley (striking statuesque blonde Janice Kelly) moves to San Francisco to eke out a successful career as a photographer. Jennifer soon finds herself caught up in the sexual revolution that's going on around her and becomes involved with lesbian model Belinda Frazier (smoldering brunette Myrna Lori) after her relationships with men prove to be dissatisfying.
While smut cinema titan Nick Millard delivers oodles of bare distaff skin and nicely captures the wild'n'easy carefree vibe of 60's Frisco (the Bob Dylan poster in Jennifer's apartment is an especially nifty touch), Millard alas lets the meandering narrative plod along at an often painfully sluggish pace and pads the tight 65 minute running time with a lot of tedious filler (the topless women boxing on stage at a funky nightclub and a protracted naked set piece utilizing extremely irritating strobe lights both go on for what seems like an agonizing eternity). The key problem with this picture is that the premise is too slight and monotonous to even properly sustain an hour long running time. Fortunately, both leads are smoking hot and thus prevent this flick from being a complete wash-out. Plus Millard warrants a few points for actually using sync sound in the last third instead of having his trademark wall-to-wall narration throughout. Passable at best.
While smut cinema titan Nick Millard delivers oodles of bare distaff skin and nicely captures the wild'n'easy carefree vibe of 60's Frisco (the Bob Dylan poster in Jennifer's apartment is an especially nifty touch), Millard alas lets the meandering narrative plod along at an often painfully sluggish pace and pads the tight 65 minute running time with a lot of tedious filler (the topless women boxing on stage at a funky nightclub and a protracted naked set piece utilizing extremely irritating strobe lights both go on for what seems like an agonizing eternity). The key problem with this picture is that the premise is too slight and monotonous to even properly sustain an hour long running time. Fortunately, both leads are smoking hot and thus prevent this flick from being a complete wash-out. Plus Millard warrants a few points for actually using sync sound in the last third instead of having his trademark wall-to-wall narration throughout. Passable at best.
