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"Language of Love" is a tedious sex education-cum-softcore porn flick with some of the familiar bugbears of that kind of thing.

For one thing, it centres around a panel of actual sex therapists, most of whom make you wonder if they chose to become expert sexologists because that was the closest they could come to getting laid.

These experts tell us pieces of information that probably weren't even that surprising back in 1969, ie., that masturbation is normal, that sexual fantasies are normal, that women like sex too, whatever.

Interspersed there are of course scenes of a sexual nature, which are fairly unerotic. It is of course possible that they were intended this way, but it doesn't seem like it. It looks like typical soft porn from the late '60s and '70s, and they even got a circular, rotating bed for the actors to spin around on.

There are some still shots of penises and vaginas, as you can well imagine, but for some reason the complexion of the models involved is an odd, corpse-like grey/yellow.

It's like the movie is trying to teach you about sex, and then trying to discourage you from having it.