‘The Pleasure Girls’ is one of those mid-sixties films that desperately wants to be explicit but, in the end, settles for being frank and grown up and channelling sex into violence. It follows the various fortunes of a group of girls (and a boy) living in a large house in London. None of the girls have particularly strong characters, in fact, they are actually defined by their boyfriends.
Sally (Francesca Annis) is a nice, posh, sexy girl who has just moved up from the country to become a model. Within hours of arriving she pairs off with photographer Ian McShane, a good looking rascal with a smooth line in chat and some jerky, Richard III style dance moves.
|This nightie really turns me on for some reason.|
|Oh, that's stemmed my excitement.|
Dee (the ever irritating Suzanna Leigh) is hooked up with Nikko Stalmar (Klaus Kinski!), a married slum landlord and all round nasty Euro Trash who, ultimately, goes back to his wife after being cornered by some enraged tenants and being whipped half to death with a belt. Kinski is the best thing in the film and, knowing him, probably signed up just for the flagellation. He was a funny sort of feller, really.
|Indoor sun bathing.|
Marion (Rosemary Nicholls from 'Department S') has the misfortune to be in love with Prinny, a degenerate gambler who makes claims to a distant relationship to Russian royalty. Prinny is a real prick, but Marion loves him. One of the best scenes in the film comes when he is hung out of a window by gangsters. Prinny is played by Mark Eden aka Alan Bradley from ‘Coronation Street’ – sadly, there is a not a tram available to run him over in this production.
|Poor old Marion.|
|Prinny the Prick.|
Dee’s brother Paddy (Tony Tanner) is gay. That’s about it for his story but, as it’s 1965, we’re supposed to be fairly shocked by it.
|These men are about to break the law.|
All set over one pretty eventful weekend, ‘The Pleasure Girls’ was directed by Gerry O’Hara, a man who made his living on the fringes of exploitation (see also ‘That Kind Of Girl’ and disco smutfest ‘The Bitch’). It’s actually quite a decent effort, but required additional nudity, groping and even more whipping for the grubbier continental market.
|Boobs and booze.|
|Don't! Stop! No, don't stop!|
As I’ve said before, I rather like these mild soapy smutters – they’re very British, and what you lose in flesh and laughs you gain in drama and self-respect.