Sinua halutaan Laid! (1978)

Sinua halutaan Laid! (1978). 1h 30m | R

“How did a frothy Windmill Theatre farce co-starring John Inman generate this 1947-set period piece, complete with spies, corpses and chases? And what was the reaction of fans of Robin Askwithu0026#39;s CONFESSIONS series on seeing him as a bashful lad from Lancashire, who spends most of the movie not getting the girl, and who even appears (quite effectively) in drag at one point, in this curious mixture of black farce and sex, with a musical number thrown in. Whatever, itu0026#39;s worth watching, especially for fans of Fiona Richmond. Sheu0026#39;s first glimpsed not in the flesh, so to speak, but on the cover of a clever mock-up of the 1940u0026#39;s fan magazine, u0026#39;Picturegoeru0026#39;. As Maxine Lupercal, u0026quot;international star of stage and screenu0026quot;, she has the same impact on Askwithu0026#39;s adoring fan, Gordon Laid, as she did on thousands of British men in the 1970s as a u0026#39;sex queenu0026#39; a role she took on with innate good humour, not taking any of it remotely seriously. Exquisitely dressed, in an array of exotic outfits that come off at regular intervals, sheu0026#39;s enchanting and ravishing throughout; her unique, studied, campy delivery is a delight. Askwith does well in both of his atypical dual roles, though Linda Hayden is given little to do, while most of hardcore starlet Lisa Tayloru0026#39;s amusing cameo appears to have fallen victim to the stringent censorship of the time. A number of 1950u0026#39;s stars are involved, not least former matinée idol Anthony Steel, here with an abundance of hair, and Patrick Holt has a brief turn as the Commissioner, but it falls to Graham Stark, making the most of his Inspector, to utter the inevitable line, u0026quot;Letu0026#39;s Get Laid!u0026quot;.u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eDespite one or two gags that fall flat, including the running one that has Maxine rendering the same lines in all her pictures, and a few anomalies – the younger mensu0026#39; haircuts and the returning troopsu0026#39; bawdy antics on the train, LETu0026#39;S GET LAID! Is mercifully lacking in all those strained and unfunny puns that littered the likes of the CONFESSIONS films. Costume and production values, in particular Phil Meheuxu0026#39;s photography, are considerably above average for the genre and the whole enterprise has, for the most part, a certain style and polish by definition usually lacking in British sex films.”