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?