'Commuter Husbands' is a not half bad smutmanteau from 1973 (it's a semi-sequel to 'Suburban Wives' which, perversely, I haven't written about yet). Derek Ford was one of the better writers and directors working in this mucky field and was usually able to turn out something that was not only sufficiently titillating, but also vaguely interesting. the film is presented and narrated by small headed, large breasted star of 'UFO' and 'Crossroads', Gabrielle Drake. The framing device is simple - Ms Drake will tell us some stories that prove her thesis that 'man is the most dangerous animal of all...next to woman'.
|Drake establishes her credentials.|
|Through the keyhole.|
|Busy man. Note paper straw.|
My main issue with the film was a very personal one: early on, I saw a close up of a wrinkled hand groping a well formed breast and immediately thought 'that's Jane Cardew's tit'. That's right, through constantly watching these Britsmut films I was able to identify a fellow human being by a mere glimpse of her right knocker, an achievement that I am both proud and deeply ashamed of. Does that make me an expert, a pervert or a monster, or all three? What have I become?
|The unmistakeable rack of Jane Cardew.|