Masked members of a secret club look on at the ravishing of Marilyn Chambers by a flock of lesbians and a black man with the crotch cut out of his longjohns, and, for an encore, by four men on swings, coming at her from all points of the compass. The club's patrons are so moved by this spectacle that they begin to play amongst, and with, themselves. (This permits the Mitchell Brothers to mock the porno audience at the same time that they are congratulating themselves on their own powers of erotic persuasion.) The situations are fundamentals of blue movies, the image is typically cruddy, and the judiciously delayed climax -- slow-motion ejaculations repeated endlessly, like the explosions at the end of Zabriskie Point -- seems a well-deserved splurge in more ways than one. (1972) — Duncan Shepherd
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