A Climax of Blue Power (Lee Frost, 1975)
[note: review originally published 18Sep2010]
I’ll say it right up front: the biggest problem with Lee Frost’s A Climax of Blue Power, one of the story-based hardcore films of the seventies, is that it’s never entirely sure of what kind of movie it’s trying to be. Now, if you’re talking about a regular porn flick, or what we who came of age long after the golden age of hardcore had passed, tend to think of as a porn flick, then you’re probably giving me the dog-who-didn’t-understand-the-command head-cock right now. Remember that in the seventies, pornographic films were not just endless loops of extended sex scenes cut together with the loosest of frameworks; these were “adult movies” in the original sense of the term, regular movies spiced up with actual penetration of orifices. So, yes, when you’re reviewing an adult film that was made before about the age of the Dark Brothers, it does, in fact, make perfect sense to say of an adult film that it doesn’t quite know what kind of film it wants to be. I kid you not.
The story centers on Eddie (Jason Carns in his only screen role), turned down for the police force, now working as a security guard. He still wants to be a cop, though, and when he’s not on the clock, he dresses up, adds decals to his car, and goes out and “arrests” hookers, only to let them go in exchange for sexual favors and a bit of humiliation now and again. His life goes on this way until, while hanging out on the beach staring soulfully into the waves, he hears an argument at a nearby house. When he gets there, he finds a husband and wife (the wife is The Last Married Couple in America‘s Angela Carnon; the husband is uncredited) having an argument. The husband draws a gun, the wife retreats upstairs, there’s a shot… and then the husband comes rolling down the stairs. Eddie realizes he’s got himself an in to the police force; all he has to do is “solve” this murder.
The opening scene says “roughie”, though not in any outright way (the humiliation I referred to is more along the lines of “get out of the car and go play in the mud” rather than “get tied up and tortured”), but then it turns into your regular story-based porn film until it decides it wants to be a roughie again during the last 20-30 minutes. And really, that’s my only out-of-the-ordinary problem with it; everything else that’s wrong is to be expected from porn, or any other exploitation subgenre, really. The lighting is awful, the camerawork is barely competent most of the time, the acting… better nothing said about. (It’s telling that the most competent actress in the field, exploitation superstar Uschi Digard, has only a cameo in the picture.)
As a side note for film buffs, however, it’s well worth noting that both Frost and his partner in crime Wes Bishop, who produced this movie and also appeared as a police lieutenant, were both heavily involved in the making of The Thing with Two Heads a few years before. That may well make it worth checking out for crap-cinema fans, but if you’re just looking for exploitation, I’d suggest holding off on this one until you have a better grounding in better story-based porn and better roughies before checking out this jumble. **
Opening titles (~2.5 min.)