Amber Hunt, Annette Haven, Anthony Spinelli, Carol Tong, Desiree West, Jack Wright, Joey Silvera, John Leslie, Johnny Keyes, Kay Parker, Leslie Bovee, Peter Johns, Sharon Thorpe, third eye cinema podcast, vinegar syndrome
A damn funky discofied theme song and a charter bus festooned with cheap dropcloth logos bring us on a trip across the George Washington Bridge to the titular locale.
Amber Hunt, Anthony Spinelli, George "Buck" Flower, Jack Wright, John Leslie, John Seeman, Rene Bond, Ric Lutze, Sandy Dempsey, Spender Travis, Suzanne Fields, third eye cinema podcast, vinegar syndrome
Anthony Spinelli, Blair Harris, China de Sade, Don Fernando, Jack Wright, Joey Silvera, Jon Martin, Linda Wong, Oriental Babysitter, Peter Johns, The First Time, third eye cinema podcast, vinegar syndrome
After sitting through that last gem in the rather large number of Vinegar Syndrome releases this month, I felt it was time to reward myself by watching something that might actually have a good chance at being entertaining (seriously…sheesh!)
So regular Third Eye readers out there know exactly where I was going to head next.
70's porn, Anthony Spinelli, Blair Harris, Confessions, Delania Raffino, Drive In Collection, Expectations, Jack Wright, Joey Silvera, John Leslie, Kristine Heller, Peter Johns, third eye cinema podcast, vinegar syndrome
Less than one minute into Expectations, and you know you’re not in Kansas anymore. Despite being hyped as a “forgotten B-picture”, this is really nothing of the sort – what we have here is what used to be known as straight up porn.
Hailing from the halcyon days of mainstream nigh-acceptance and “porno chic”, where discussions of Deep Throat, Behind the Green Door and John Holmes were, if not dinner table talk, then certainly considered a fairly standard topic for couples to debate over drinks, with or without extended company, Expectations is a prime example of the best the genre had to offer – effectively, relationship based films that had the extra frisson of going all the way with their premise, without the necessity of fading to black or playing coy when it came to the interesting parts.
These were the days of story driven porn, so far removed from the sort of slam bang gonzo crap with crudely blunt titles, plasticene stripper types and scummy guys that dominate the industry these days that you’d think they were from a different planet. So taken in that light, why not market them as long lost grindhouse classics for a mature and freethinking audience?