Lousy camera work and terrible sound recording can't quite sink this late 60s roughie. Toni, an underage minx on her own, is a "technically hideous" ballet dancer who meets her producer date at the door in bra and panties and lets him leer while she finishes dressing. Then she's surprised when Seymour gets all handsy on the couch before they go out! He takes her to a coffee bar that turns into a masked orgy, but luckily Toni is game to be the first to strip!
Toni's friend Sonya is a slightly more awful dancer and "a little foggy about the third movement," even after she's had a long, hot shower to think about it. Other than the shower, tho, she's rather prim.
Titular madman Frank catches up with Toni and Seymour and rapes Toni at gunpoint while gutless Seymour is forced to drive them around. Writer/director Brassloff doesn't bother to show us the awkward aftermath; Toni just shows up at ballet practice with bruises and a clinical case of Stockholm Syndrome.
Frank continues to torment our heroines, both physically and in memory, and eventually stalks them to ballet class, where he slips in afterward to catch Sonya and partner Eddy (sic) practicing for an upcoming gig in Amsterdam. The madman isn't so much mad as he is giddy, laughing like a hyena almost continuously thruout the movie until Eddy rises to the occasion like no male ballet dancer ever has, aside from maybe Baryshnikov in White Nights.
The Bohemian coffee bar scene is a real slice of 60s life. The nudity is fair to middling. The madman is the real weakness (aside from the lousy camera work and terrible sound recording). It's worth a look if you're a fan of the genre.
Toni's friend Sonya is a slightly more awful dancer and "a little foggy about the third movement," even after she's had a long, hot shower to think about it. Other than the shower, tho, she's rather prim.
Titular madman Frank catches up with Toni and Seymour and rapes Toni at gunpoint while gutless Seymour is forced to drive them around. Writer/director Brassloff doesn't bother to show us the awkward aftermath; Toni just shows up at ballet practice with bruises and a clinical case of Stockholm Syndrome.
Frank continues to torment our heroines, both physically and in memory, and eventually stalks them to ballet class, where he slips in afterward to catch Sonya and partner Eddy (sic) practicing for an upcoming gig in Amsterdam. The madman isn't so much mad as he is giddy, laughing like a hyena almost continuously thruout the movie until Eddy rises to the occasion like no male ballet dancer ever has, aside from maybe Baryshnikov in White Nights.
The Bohemian coffee bar scene is a real slice of 60s life. The nudity is fair to middling. The madman is the real weakness (aside from the lousy camera work and terrible sound recording). It's worth a look if you're a fan of the genre.
