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This month kicks off with yet another pair of reissues from Vinegar Syndrome, namely the previously reviewed Hyapatia Lee vehicles Young Like it Hot / Sweet Young Foxes and Gail Palmer’s Erotic Adventures of Candy/Candy Goes to Hollywood.  

Like last month’s Pretty Peaches trilogy, the Candy films are a straight DVD to Blu-ray upgrade, but unlike last time, with no pertinent changes to the prior release* outside of picture quality.

*  this time, there were no extras to port, bar the usual trailers.

A bit more oddly, the Hyapatia Lee films are actually a “downgrade” from the prior (and presumably limited edition) Blu to standard def DVD, with the respective Bob Chinn and Bill Margold interviews included.

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New to the medium is yet another early Matt Cimber affair, Sex & Astrology.  Similar to the previously reviewed He & She/The Sensually Liberated Female, this is a hippie era oddity, far closer to a hard-R cum soft-X “pickle and beaver” Something Weird affair than hardcore as we know it.

An oddly costumed, heavily makeup-adorned bit of business, Sex & Astrology takes an extremely flimsy precept (that astrological sign influences one’s sexuality and approach thereto) and appends it to a group of distinctly bored-looking stoner orgiasts.

There’s a rather tranny-looking “Venus” accompanied by her two midget pals Cupid and Psyche, followed by an actual nail polish-adorned (but prominently adam’s apple-displaying) drag queen (“the joker” of the troupe)…but that’s about it for “the gods” (though a frighteningly Endora-meets Marsha Queen of Diamonds’ Aunt Hilda-esque harridan would seem to be an uncredited appearance by Medusa!).

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As we cycle through “the signs”, we come to a round bed daisy chain scenario with a beefy but cute blonde, a more hardened and aged short cropped redhead and two gay fellows (“gemini”) who “experiment” with each other “to see what it’s like” while we’re told they “may or may not be homosexually inclined” before going “back to the pleasures of heterosexuality, with no qualms at all”, except for their obvious boredom and disinterest in the ladies in question…

A not particularly endowed fellow in a ladies’ floppy hat and ridiculous Salvador Dali mustachio sculpts a pretty girl before a horrifyingly beefy and cellulite-cursed old stripper of a “mother” drops by to nigh-graphically get it on with him.

Then a pair of enormously-coiffed folks (one of whom looks like a dead ringer for SCTV-era Eugene Levy…Lou Jaffe and Earl Camembert go native?!?) pose a lot before and after engaging in a few seconds of disinterested faux-nookie.  This description can be applied to just about the entire film…

A seriously goofy Etta Candy type who appears to have trouble keeping her tongue inside her mouth is supposed to be a “virginal” Virgo.  Yet another trannie makes himself up for the drag show as a “hermaphrodite” Libra.  An Alladin Sane-like Joe Dallesandro wannabe of a Scorpio menaces a Frida Kahlo-browed, more than vestigially mustachioed Mexicana while stock footage football stadium crowds cheer.  A literal satyr of a Sagittarius messes with a pair of truck stop waitresses (“wanna refill on that, hon?”) and a mopey Capricorn gets it on with a repulsive Baby Snooks type while an Aquarian queen plays with his snake (literally).  It’s all rather bizarre, and more than a bit offputting if not downright nauseating.

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Cimber, who’d be responsible for everything from Jayne Mansfield films and blaxploitation to Pia Zadora’s infamous Butterfly and The Witch Who Came from the Sea, delivers a typical hippie lovefest, complete with mostly unattractive people who dig orgies, mellow, flute and fuzz guitar Woodstock-era business on the soundtrack and a stronger than usual eye towards the genderbender “AC-DC” thing of the coming glam rock scene (there are more gay men and bisexuals in the cast than straight males…if there are in fact any of the latter to be found herein!).  It all feels fairly Walt Davis in the end.

How you feel about this one probably depends mainly on two things: how devoted an SWV “Bucky Beaver” fiend you are, and how inclined you are towards some fairly dated homoeroticism and blurring of gender lines.

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Personally, I found this to be a passably interesting curiosity due to its tongue in cheek humor, colorful off-off Broadway revue cum John Huston’s The Bible-esque Sodom & Gomorrah makeup palette and general early sex film oddity status – and of course, the usual pristine Vinegar Syndrome restoration of a forgotten 42nd Street programmer dating from before most of us were even born.

Even so, it’s a bit of a slog, far too oriented towards nontraditional gender roles and filled with mostly ugly participants to see as anything more than a hilarious party film for a very particular and open minded crowd.

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