Jag - en oskuld

Shlockmeister Dave Freidman once took a early Bergman film (Monica) with a flash of nudity and marketed it as a skin flick. "Inga" sort of reverses the equation. Sometimes interesting low budget sex film maker Joe Sarno makes a Swedish sex film, trying to incorporate interesting characters fighting off feelings of isolation. It deals with the story of the sexy young Marie Liledahl(Inga to you) being pushed by her strapped Aunts into putting out for rich men, but really wanting to hang onto her childish innocence. She's beautiful, and there is a bit of interesting photography, but mostly this is long, dull, and pretentious. Look for Sarno's much more interesting "Sin In The Suburbs", and skip the loaded but empty DVD of Inga.

Well acted softcore Swede smut, with some interesting characterizations, legitimately erotic scenes and some surprising glimpses in mid-60s clubland.

Those poor Swedish blokes: they have all these gorgeous women just itching to have their cherries popped, and of course they aren't the slightest bit interested, unless they are over 35 and cant get any (yeah, right!).

In this film, sex is taken far to seriously, as though it were necessary to maintain life itself.

Poor Inga appears to be the last reluctant virgin in Sweden, and of course she is the object of desire for every guy in the country, it seems.

This movie was definitely one of the first films to treat, rather extensive nudity and sexuality in the same film.

The journey of 1000 miles begins with a giant step in the right direction.

This film is good, provided that you place it its right time-frame.

At the end of the Sixties, anti-conceptive became widely available. So for the first time in history sex could be disconnected from childbirth. This caused a true wave of hedonism, reflected in films like 'Inga'. Made in Sweden, of course, because in those days Sweden was regarded as leading -- which probably had much to do with the Scandinavians' traditional relaxed attitude towards sex and nudity.

Actually, 'Inga' got down so well in the late 1960-s, that its title became a sort of trademark-name for all the soft-porn of its era.

Today, 'Inga's main quality is its ability to carry you back to the late 1960-s. Surely revoking memories for those who were around at the time.

Those who weren't are left with a well-shot film. In black and white. With a coherent, well-presented story that may be somewhat boring to today's standards.

The film deserves our respect because it is one of pioneers in B-movie and softcores. Plot and acting are above average and sex is pretty lame in today's standard (you see nothing below waist and kissing is limited to mouth and neck). Of course, the movie was made 1967 in an era when sexuality was tabooed in films. Please don't get me wrong. I gave it credits for being a pioneer, but still, time has changed, we should be looking forward. Therefore, I wish the reissue of Inga can serve as a reminder to those who make B-movies and softcores that we've come a long way, so stop making garbages and make good stuffs to commemorate those who had fought for us years ago. Salute to Inga!