Interrabang

This is the kind of late sixties film featuring jaded women, sick of free loving but not sick of talking crap, looking for fresh thrills on a yacht with a similarly free living photographer/playboy type. What's a guy to do when the yacht breaks down and you need to go to Kwik Fit to pick up another? Why, just leave them babes to sunbathe on a remote island - that's what!

These babes consists of bored looking, miniscule bikini clad Valeria, microscopic bikini wearing nympho Margherita, and slightly bigger beach wear wearing Anna. Each woman reacts differently to the presence of sexy possible poet but also possibly an escaped murderer, Marco. When I say 'react'. I mean, 'barely react at all and shed clothes'.

The characters in this film actually remind me of the burned out rich folk of Bret Easton Ellis' books, except without the graphic sex and violence (there's neither in this film by the way). Even when Valeria finds the dead body of a guy, she simply just walks away and doesn't mention it to anyone.

Without fannying about too much and beating around the bush, Interrabang is a borderline arty giallo where not much happens at all, has a lot of jibber jabber (including even referencing Giallo books!), but then again looks really beautiful, has Euro babes lounging about, and a nice score.

The ending made absolutely no sense to me whatsoever and every other review explains what an Interrabang is, so I'm outta here.