Starring: Terri Johnson, Carmen Olivera, Jason Yukon
An X- rated take on William Wyler’s THE COLLECTOR. The nominal plot concerns a creepy loner in the mold of Terence Stamp’s collector, who, after some rumination, decides it’s finally time to capture his own specimen of the female species. Nabbing his prey via an anti-war petition ruse (firmly marking the film as a product of its time), it’s not long before the greasy haired guy has the young woman back at his place, tied to his kitchen table while he rapes her. Strangely, before all this, as the girl lies tied up in the guy’s van, the film inter-cuts a bizarre interlude featuring the girl and a curly-haired guy making love in a field, a sequence the film renders strangely poetic and beautiful through the use of rotating prismatic lenses. Whether this is supposed to be a memory or just some drugged-out fantasy, and what any of its significance is, is left unclear, but it’s a beautiful sequence nonetheless. By contrast, the table rape is grimy and grotesque, an appropriately grotty treatment suitable to the sleazy subject matter.