Percy

Percy (the transplant) is obviously not a very intellectual movie, but somehow funny and harmless. A friendly guy gets a penis transplant and starts looking for the original owner, because he suffers from identity problems. Along the way are sixties' sex kittens Elke Sommer (Shot in the dark '64) and Britt Ekland (Wickerman '73, Get Carter '71). In a way it is actually a very friendly SF without violence and with funny situations and (ironically) sincere human emotions underneath. It's not even bad acted; maybe a little shaky directed. The problem with this flick is that the technicalities aren't convincing and there isn't excessive lavatorial humour, so that kids will probably not enjoy it: the film falls between two stools, because the subject might not be appealing enough for adults (apart from Britt Ekland completists). See for yourself: it's a meaningless little piece with a certain level of medical discretion and appropriate music too. And it's not even the only flick on that subject matter either. Not that I ever want to see it again though.