GRINDHOUSE TRIPLE FEATURE – DADDY’S GIRL

Apart from an electric heater splashing into a bath tub I am occupying, I would like to think I cannot be shocked. However, pornography regarding Fathers’ indulging in incestuous sexual acts with their own daughters is a topic that I am just a little uneasy with! Imagine my trepidation, then, when scanning the cover notes of After Hours Cinemas latest 1970’s Grindhouse triple feature, DADDY’S GIRL...

The synopsis on the back cover to the first feature "DADDYS RICH" (1976) claims to be a tale about Ben who is having trouble containing his "sexual thoughts" about his teenage daughter (WTF?!). Rather than succumb to these immoral desires, Ben visits a female therapist who, thankfully, encourages the horny parent to avert his sexual urges elsewhere (in other words she gives Ben her own "special therapy"). Phew! I think I can handle that. My fears were dispelled further with the opening menu screen. A sexy seventies hippie chic (sporting two black pentagrams covering those offensive nipples) was joined by a traditional funky and flute riddled vintage porn soundtrack. Hey – this is 1970’s porn – what can possibly go wrong?

I hit play and was found myself utterly intrigued as the titles rolled especially when someone going by the name of Barry Bennet was credited as being the ‘stunt driver’. This is going to be one action packed fuckfest!

Interestingly the actual 98 minutes that followed had nothing whatsoever to do with the aforementioned synopsis. The actual DADDYS RICH story on the DVD concerns itself with 2 chaps eager to make a quick buck by blackmailing Mr Du Mont, a highly successful business man. So minted is Du Mont in fact the figure of $2500 is demanded in exchange for keeping the scandalous truth about his lascivious daughter Christine’s crude exploits with the local town folk out of the press.

Du Mont Senior simply scoffs at the suggestion and instead doubles the fee to $5000 if the boys entertain his daughter while he himself has a little fun with his mistress, due to his wife being away for the weekend.

With the plot firmly in place the shagging can commence. Predictably Christine enjoys being ‘entertained’ by the duo while Mr Du Mont has fun with his young lover who actually looks disturbingly close to being a mere third of his age in truth. But even with such extreme age differences, at least it wasn’t incest – yet!

The actual action is typical of the era. Most of the sequences portrayed washed out pallid skin from afar and claustrophobic shadowy close ups. Some blatantly dubbed voiceovers accompanied the humping to then tune of such delightful discourse as "Let me screw your tight, luscious cunt..". Tight AND luscious eh?

But there was still much to admire. The classic "porno French kiss" was exhibited for example. Taut tongues frantically writhing over each other in the window of gaping mouths was great fun until I spotted a puss filled zit on one of the actress’s cheeks. When inadvertently licked by the male performer (who was dead ringer for Black Sabbath’s Tony Iommi in his heyday) I honestly thought it was going to take the money shot to new acne ridden heights!

There was a quality warning in the opening frames of these worn celluloid slices of smut and, while the imperfections of the picture quality added a certain charm to proceedings, the muffled dialogue was a little hard to follow at times. It did improve as the feature rolled on and what was clearly audible was Du Mont’s "Get that thing out of your mouth" rant to his daughter when catching her in full blow jobbing flow! His morals didn’t hold out for much longer, unfortunately, as the compulsory incestuous climax ensued. So much for the moral therapist on the cover notes huh!

As for the aforementioned stunt man; Bennet snatched some screen time just after the silent kidnap scene by screeching his racing green American Gas guzzler along the barren streets.

Next up was an oddity titled, THE MAGICAL RING (1971). Although only having a 50 minute runtime, it proved to be an absolute gem due to the delectable leading lady.

Tina Russell is a paradoxical rarity - a stunningly beautiful 1970’s porn star! Porcelain skin, raven hair and a face that is pretty as hell in an Edwige Fenech kind of way - YES she is THAT adorable!

Unfortunately Tina is no longer with us. When triple X opportunities dried up, a combination of alcoholism and stomach cancer claimed this cherubic looking adult film actress at the cruelly young age of 32.

Russell has the lead role in a tale about a kind hearted girl who, after helping a tramp out, is rewarded with a mysteriously powerful finger fitting amulet. Of course her character simply uses the ring to bring her deepest sexual fantasies to life, which is no bad thing. The picture exhibits just why she has a cult following (and a new fan!). Not only is she stunning, her performance radiates licentiousness and is bereft of those bored expressions worn by so many of her flare trouser wearing peers

I believe she features in her very own After Hours DVD (Grindhouse Hotties - 1970’s Girl Next Door) which I would suggest is definitely worth a look.

The final movie is another concise feature totalling 49minutes. After the heights of Ms Russell, SPECIAL ORDER (1974) is back to basics with blurred close ups and outmoded banality.

As with all the After Hours Cinema DVD’s a set of trailers are also included which showcase their other, often depraved, wares.

Despite the forbidden suggestions of the title, the actual incest only featured in the last scene of the first movie. This was a relief. A much more pleasurable relief was of course to be found in the middle segment starring that super cutie, Tina Russell...

Review by Marc Lissenburg