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Hard to get 60s exploitation movie.
on 14 June 2009
This kind of shock-doc was a bit of a staple of early 60s cinema, the opportunity to show the odd nipple or two getting by under the pretence that these movies were educational rather than merely prurient. So under the unconvincing pretext that we are looking at how the utamed beast that is man still lurks under the veneer of civilisation, we have a series of bizarrely random featurettes that are purport to show how the caveman is still extant on the streets of contemporary London. A baby is born in queasy detail. Strippers. Mods buying clothes. More strippers. Two women get their hair styled. A city gent being fitted for a bowler hat. A fashion parade of 'Topless Swimsuits' Rockers at the Ace Cafe. Beatniks listening to a blues combo. a pop group at a club. A series of completely incomprehensible comedy inserts set at a radio station featuring a young Barry Cryer. And so on. It's all pretty interesting, more because of the period detail than the subject matter, this vision of a knackered postwar society determinedly dragging itself into consumer capitalism.
Great old-school 'Balham-Gateway to The South' stylee voiceover, a great booklet featuring an essay by Iain Sinclair, and some nice extras on the DVD. Music fans might be tempted by the fact that 60s composer and electronic music pioneer Basil Kirchin does the soundtrack.