Cindy, a sweet-young-thing being raised in the suburbs with her half-sister Donna, is shyly undergoing a sexual awakening. Fifteen-year-old Cindy and 17-year-old Donna share the same mother, but have different fathers. After she espies Donna making the beast with two backs with her Dad, Cindy goes wild. She shucks off her inhibitions, smokes pot with her friend Karen, and the two gratify their Sapphic desires in each others arms. Meanwhile, Donna, more advanced along the path of sexual awakening, achieves congress with three young swains. Cindy is seduced by Donna’s beau, but Donna discovers them as they are about to bump bellies. Her boyfriend throws Donna out of the house, and tragedy ensues when a crying Donna, distraught in the street, is run down by a passing motorist. Cindy must live the rest of her life with the knowledge that her pursuit of carnal knowledge led to the death of her sister.
Director Robert Anderson and writer Barry Clark really hit all the necessary seedy bases with this terrifically tawdry’n’trashy tale of adolescent angst and middle class dysfunction: we’ve got copious tasty female nudity, lurid soft-core sex scenes, a crude, leering, downbeat tone, excessive drug use, an incredibly dippy, yet catchy and groovy theme song, a great surprise bummer ending, and an especially bleak depiction of blue collar ennui and despair. Better still, there’s a veritable avalanche of nice’n’naughty carnal activity featured throughout: standard straight copulation, lesbianism, voyeurism, masturbation, infidelity, and even a truly startling instance of father/daughter incest. Robert O. Ragland’s funky score neatly alternates between jaunty bluegrass tunes and hard-burning fuzztone guitar rock noise. J. Barry Herron’s rough’n’grainy cinematography further enhances the overall scuzziness. Granted, the delectable young lady leads aren’t exactly the most capable actresses, but man do they look absolutely smoking in their birthday suits. A wonderfully raunchy treat.