Again, another so so documentary from Lamond, but he makes this one very entertaining with a clever start. Picture if you will a class of little girls and boys, and their teacher, presented as clay figures as if the makers of The Wombles were in town. This is a funny scene as our eyes and knowledge about sex is really about to be expanded and what better way as if through the alphabet. This includes lesbianism, masturbation, and even RAPE. I couldn't believe that when we reached the letter P, prostitution wasn't mentioned. We do skip a letter here and there, though. What we got here is a fun documentary, that never bores, with actors so cheesy they're funny, if perfect, and that's what bad acting is, funny, as is some of the male V.O.'s dialogue. One scene has a couple in bed, and when you think the middle aged male is gonna pull out his schlong, he pulls out a bunch of roses. There's a blonde hottie, who looks great, fully stark, massaging the biggest blown up penis I've ever seen. John Michael Howson, a favorite with John Lamond, plays a gay party crasher in biker gear where he makes this hilarious remark, typical of his mouth. What really cheesed me off about this movie was the dance sequence, amidst the big letter blocks, used at the start and it's finish that was just warranted, if bloody annoying. We even have a overseas sex expert give her opinion on the subject. Overall this documentary, a popular hit at the drive in, is a fun way to kill 76 minutes, and Lamond fan, like I am (although Breakfast in Paris nearly bored me to tears) do recommend this for couples in the mood, or for people who just want a good laugh. It's funnier than a few bad comedies, I've seen, I can tell ya. And remember, couples that play together stay together. An all true line for most of it's worth.
