Ribald exploitation with a bodacious bevvy of nubile sci-fi starlets, all doing what nubile starlets do best: removing all their fab gear at the soonest opportunity, and, then, like, get it on to the super-fuzz, way-out beat sounds of Herr Stu Philips. While ‘The Curious Female’ isn’t on par with the work of Radley Metzger it is still hugely entertaining, and genuinely funny to boot!
Set in a not-so Orwellian future, the island of future Los Angeles is ruled by the omnipotent ‘Master Computer’ (little more than a sonorous baritone voice), and all the decadent youth must abstain from the dreadful calamity of monogamy; and it is expressly forbidden to watch stag reels from the early 20th century. Basically, one is encouraged to live a polymorphously perverse life, but should you cue up a Russ Meyer-type flick, ‘Master Computer’ blows a despotic diode and slams said errant voyeur into the clink. ‘The Curious Female’ is far more ‘The Schoolgirl Report’ than, say, ‘Silent Running’, so hardcore SF addicts would best look elsewhere (Theodore Sturgeon this ‘aint!) but fans of far-out slap and tickle will find much to enjoy in Paul Rapp’s effortlessly groovy ‘The Curious Female’.
I did enjoy seeing the nightclub Lothario do his oily schtick on one of the reluctant ‘virgins’, as he was also clearly the voice for ‘Master Computer’. There was an equally amusing sequence in a day-glo hippie ‘joint’ whereby another of the film’s ‘virgins’ was accosted by two idiotic, octogenarian bikers, and is then rescued by the most unconvincing martial artist since an especially irksome clutch of turtles took up Tai Chi. Apparently she was simply ‘looking for trouble’? Obviously this fellow was a seer, with a far more acute sense of perception than mere mortal man; as the girl in question was simply sitting in a bar huffing on a desultory fag! So, naturally, this being the late, and oh-so permissive 60’s, said lunkhead demanded the brutal sex from her that she so clearly craved, and gave her one beneath an epic, psychedelic light show worthy of ‘Holy Mountain’.
While this rather incongruous blend of clumsy SF and bawdy comedy is not exactly a masterpiece of erotica, it works brilliantly as a giddy microcosm of super-contrived 1960’s grooviness! and it would make a suitable pairing with the likes of ‘Valley of The Dolls’, or ‘Barberella’ etc.