Blue Summer

Firstly, that is not Davy Jones from the Monkees driving the Meat Wagon. Secondly, it's damn good to see great beer like Black Label advertised throughout a film. Thirdly, the hottest dame in this film, the buck-toothed blonde in the groovy bikini on the lake's beach, is almost Rosanna Arquette, whom we all feel like we met through a Toto song. In fact, she and the svelte, brunette hitchhiking girl from the early frames, are the only two ladies in this blue movie that do not pass for MILFs (pretty sure there was even a GILF in one of the scenes as well). Flute music abounds and works surprisingly well with the artistically and tastefully shot, softcore sex scenes. Loads of banana boobies and merkin-like Venus deltas. Lots of big hair and bellbottoms. Scintillating tan lines and an inconsequential motorcycle. Good times, man, good times. A fine, early exemplar of NC-17ish MILF subgenre, fetishistic filmmaking. Nowadays, it's all about humiliation and degradation. Back in the 70s it had soul and style baby!