Katje (Hellie Louise) lives alone with her widowered father and gets fresh ideas about Father and Daughter togetherness. Unbeknownst to Hellie, though, Daddy is seeing a woman his own age and satisfying his glands on the side so he really doesn't need Hellie to share her warmth. Besides, Daddy is terribly unimaginative. When Hellie shows up in a teddy, intent on seducing him one night, he chuckles, tells her that the garment is made to be worn on a honeymoon, and shoes her off to bed.
That's the first couple of minutes. After that, the movie more or less collapses into a cornucopia of copulation. She makes it with her father's fantasy figure while masturbating, she makes it with her best friend's boyfriend, there's an encounter with a lesbian model, and finally the seduction of her own stepmother.
Okay. We all have physical needs, but the logic of that last encounter eludes me entirely. I do not -- I COULDN'T -- believe that Hellie would be attracted sexually, even to a rather nice older woman, when all the family dynamics shriek for jealousy, hatred, revenge. At any rate, after this last tumble, Hellie is seen packing her bags and walking off despondently down the rain-wet streets of Copenhagen, alone, destination unknown.
This was released in, what, 1970? In the late 60s Denmark was seen, at least in the perception of Americans, as the fons et origo of all salacious material. Denmark about this time legalized pornography -- and the rate of forcible rapes dropped. Really, it did. Statistics prove it. The rate dropped from about four a year to only one a year, so a terrible social problem was solved.
None of that helps this movie. The sound is tinny, the color lurid, the plot makes little sense, and the acting is practically nonexistent. Helli Louise is supposed to be nineteen and looks about right, a little like Eva Aulen in "Candy," but she's baggy of eye, broad of nose, pulpy of lip, and pendulous of breast. I wouldn't care about that so much, but in the absence of any other reason for interest, the whole movie depends on her physical attributes. She can't act either. Even during orgasm, she seems only to be tossing a bit in her sleep. There are only two such orgasms, mercifully, and they're both painful to watch. The cheesy and revolting American skin flicks of the time provided more enthusiastic performances, even if they were no more skilled or better written. "Oh, baby, oh, lemme have it!" -- those sorts of conventions.
There OUGHT to be an additional frisson. Threesome, of course, and lesbians, so what? A lot of us experiment. But incest is a somewhat different matter. It's a universal taboo except for royal families like the Inca or the Ptolemys. And an ordinary man growing up alone with a lovely, horny daughter? Well, whatever gold there might have been is thrown away with the dross. Daddy doesn't bat an eye when Helli comes to his bedroom, claims to be frightened, and begs to crawl in bed with him -- a demon of rectitude.
Pfui.
That's the first couple of minutes. After that, the movie more or less collapses into a cornucopia of copulation. She makes it with her father's fantasy figure while masturbating, she makes it with her best friend's boyfriend, there's an encounter with a lesbian model, and finally the seduction of her own stepmother.
Okay. We all have physical needs, but the logic of that last encounter eludes me entirely. I do not -- I COULDN'T -- believe that Hellie would be attracted sexually, even to a rather nice older woman, when all the family dynamics shriek for jealousy, hatred, revenge. At any rate, after this last tumble, Hellie is seen packing her bags and walking off despondently down the rain-wet streets of Copenhagen, alone, destination unknown.
This was released in, what, 1970? In the late 60s Denmark was seen, at least in the perception of Americans, as the fons et origo of all salacious material. Denmark about this time legalized pornography -- and the rate of forcible rapes dropped. Really, it did. Statistics prove it. The rate dropped from about four a year to only one a year, so a terrible social problem was solved.
None of that helps this movie. The sound is tinny, the color lurid, the plot makes little sense, and the acting is practically nonexistent. Helli Louise is supposed to be nineteen and looks about right, a little like Eva Aulen in "Candy," but she's baggy of eye, broad of nose, pulpy of lip, and pendulous of breast. I wouldn't care about that so much, but in the absence of any other reason for interest, the whole movie depends on her physical attributes. She can't act either. Even during orgasm, she seems only to be tossing a bit in her sleep. There are only two such orgasms, mercifully, and they're both painful to watch. The cheesy and revolting American skin flicks of the time provided more enthusiastic performances, even if they were no more skilled or better written. "Oh, baby, oh, lemme have it!" -- those sorts of conventions.
There OUGHT to be an additional frisson. Threesome, of course, and lesbians, so what? A lot of us experiment. But incest is a somewhat different matter. It's a universal taboo except for royal families like the Inca or the Ptolemys. And an ordinary man growing up alone with a lovely, horny daughter? Well, whatever gold there might have been is thrown away with the dross. Daddy doesn't bat an eye when Helli comes to his bedroom, claims to be frightened, and begs to crawl in bed with him -- a demon of rectitude.
Pfui.
