Marriage Dropouts
- 1969
- 1h 2m
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Drop in on the DROPOUTS!
Generally slagged on as one of the lowest common denominators in the world of soft- and hardcore sexploitation, Leonard Kirtman gets a bad rap, but every dog has its day. Before he dove into the genre himself in the early '70s, Kirtman produced a vast number of (frequently pun-based) erotic titles for Distribpix. THE MARRIAGE DROPOUTS, by Tommy Goetz, is one such example, and while it's not anything revelatory, it's a solid enough low-energy grinder. Maybe Lenny should've stuck to producing.
Exceedingly basic premise, like a lot of these Distribpix softies, finds four guys headed to the marriage office to get their unions annulled. Each has a tale of woe surrounding the collapse of his marriage, and they all get a chance to meditate on them when their elevator breaks down:
First guy seems to be living the perfect life, happy with a wife and kid, until his son stumbles in on his mother and a female friend making love. Aside from the kid part, I feel like most guys would welcome this development, but it was the '60s, so maybe some were a bit more uptight. The second has a ridiculous problem, which is that his wife can never get enough and is running him ragged. The third guy calls his wife a pig because she likes to sit around eating crackers in bed and pleasuring herself with a vibrator. He eventually catches her stepping out on him. The final segment is the most interesting, with a young man coming home to his beautiful bride but failing to perform - he can't stop thinking about the hustler he made eyes with on the street. After cycling through all these couples twice for some reason (first for the setup and then revisiting for the "stinger," where everything falls apart), the film closes with this poor handsome closet case leaving his wife to go explore his gay desires, the film failing to even close out the elevator scenario that serves as a wraparound.
Lazy in the extreme, this is another softcore nudie that's basically just 60 minutes of people rolling around in bed, papered over with ridiculous narration - no sync sound in sight. At least in this case, however, the film features multiple narrators, and boy do they have a bevy of ridiculous problems! Toss in the fact this is coming on the cusp of the hardcore revolution and features a fair amount of welcome (and equal-opportunity) frontal nudity, and you have a softcore flick that's unambitious but agreeable, a weird kind of cinematic comfort food for a certain kind of filmgoer (me!), who, for some reason, just cleaves to it. The bizarre gay plotline is the icing on the cake, a fascinating left-field inclusion for a straight film and an interesting time capsule of just how far attitudes have progressed since the '60s. While certainly not that much to write home about, I nevertheless found THE MARRIAGE DROPOUTS surprisingly diverting - it may not be high art, but it works well within the confines of its limitations.
Exceedingly basic premise, like a lot of these Distribpix softies, finds four guys headed to the marriage office to get their unions annulled. Each has a tale of woe surrounding the collapse of his marriage, and they all get a chance to meditate on them when their elevator breaks down:
First guy seems to be living the perfect life, happy with a wife and kid, until his son stumbles in on his mother and a female friend making love. Aside from the kid part, I feel like most guys would welcome this development, but it was the '60s, so maybe some were a bit more uptight. The second has a ridiculous problem, which is that his wife can never get enough and is running him ragged. The third guy calls his wife a pig because she likes to sit around eating crackers in bed and pleasuring herself with a vibrator. He eventually catches her stepping out on him. The final segment is the most interesting, with a young man coming home to his beautiful bride but failing to perform - he can't stop thinking about the hustler he made eyes with on the street. After cycling through all these couples twice for some reason (first for the setup and then revisiting for the "stinger," where everything falls apart), the film closes with this poor handsome closet case leaving his wife to go explore his gay desires, the film failing to even close out the elevator scenario that serves as a wraparound.
Lazy in the extreme, this is another softcore nudie that's basically just 60 minutes of people rolling around in bed, papered over with ridiculous narration - no sync sound in sight. At least in this case, however, the film features multiple narrators, and boy do they have a bevy of ridiculous problems! Toss in the fact this is coming on the cusp of the hardcore revolution and features a fair amount of welcome (and equal-opportunity) frontal nudity, and you have a softcore flick that's unambitious but agreeable, a weird kind of cinematic comfort food for a certain kind of filmgoer (me!), who, for some reason, just cleaves to it. The bizarre gay plotline is the icing on the cake, a fascinating left-field inclusion for a straight film and an interesting time capsule of just how far attitudes have progressed since the '60s. While certainly not that much to write home about, I nevertheless found THE MARRIAGE DROPOUTS surprisingly diverting - it may not be high art, but it works well within the confines of its limitations.
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- Davian_X
- Apr 28, 2024
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