Avere vent'anni

There are two reasons to love this flick, well three reasons. Gloria Guida and Lili Carati, plus the big dude who's 'spose to be a spiritual adviser, who's commune is really a front for prostitution and crime. Very much a Steven Seagal lookalike, he provides most of the humour, through his lies and cool front, we almost think the film will take a dangerous turn. You really can't take this disjointed movie seriously even though it's spose to be. Gloria Guida is bloody sexy, and Lil Carati pack some nice goodies. They really love sex, and I love watching them have it. At the start, both are hitching a ride, where they soon wind up at the commune, where we're witness to some quite weird going ons. Carati really has nice, you know, and seems to be the better actress out of the two. Though we're not watching this adult flick (also known as To Be Twenty) for acting ability. An old geezer pharmacist, who needs the girls to show him he's a man again, is the best performer. The girls scarcely get by on stealing stuff, like sandwiches, while also using their beauty. Guida is offered a big proposal by a lesbian talk show host or something, after the commune is raided. If wanting to be serious, this movie has surely misfired on that factor. The more vivacious Carati, and friend, don't mind making out in front of a kneeling Buddhist like figure, face painted like a clown, wearing a forlorn expression that suggests a bad fate, awaits them. The beating track at the film's opening is mesmerizing. A bird watching pic is the purpose, this film mostly serves, thanks to our honeys, Guida, mainly.

I have seen a shortened cut of "Avere Vent'Anni" but now I've watched the full-length version twice and there's a lot more to this film than some people seem to think. Fun is poked at bourgeois society, at self-important males doing jobs they think are important (store detectives, police inspectors), at a rich lesbian, at transcendental meditation, in short at many facets of seventies' life in Italy. Even the two female leads come in for their share. The ending can be seen as having nothing to do with the story, but I think there's more to it: while the girls just flit through life taking nothing seriously except having a good time, lurking at almost every corner is the reality of corrupt policemen and unscrupulous gangsters - the nasty side of the real world ... and in the end that will be their downfall.

Hippie-exploitation movies aren't my cup of tea, but I honestly thought this was worth an exception based on the names involved. Fernando Di Leo is the writer/director of some of the most brutally violent and uncompromising Poliziotesschi movies, Ray Lovelock starred in many classics in that same sub-genre, and Gloria Guida and Lilli Carati, well... they're both just incredibly hot. Alas, though, even in this film all the annoying trademarks of hippie flicks are inevitable. I'm referring to a senseless plot, passive lead characters, unbelievable dumb weirdos in the supportive cast, copious amounts of pointless dancing footage, and a lot of hinting at sex-sequences that never come.

Beautiful brunette Tina and her even more beautiful blond friend Lia are - to put it in their own words - young, hot, and very angry with the world. They travel to Rome, where they join a sort of commune and get in all sorts of trouble. That's pretty much the only synopsis I can give. There's one very enjoyable sequence, namely when the brunette goes out to sell encyclopedias (yes, really!) and drives a university professor insane by making him believe she gets aroused from hearing the word "culture". Everything else is beyond pathetic, like a roommate dressed up as a meditating Pierrot (Leopoldo Mastelloni), and another lunatic who's dressed like "Where's Waldo?" (Vincenzo Crocciti).

"To Be Twenty" is somewhat notorious for featuring an extremely sick and misogynistic climax that totally doesn't fit the overall tone of the film. True, it's very sick, but it doesn't make the film any better or more interesting whatsoever. I also don't understand what Di Leo meant to say with this climax. Does he feel the girls get what they deserve? Is the moral of the story that women are the weaker sex? Or maybe simply that it's too dangerous for women to be traveling alone? All three options are loathsome, in fact.

I had seen this before but in the much altered English language version without the the awful denouement of this original cut. Some consider the difficult and explicitly violent end rather inappropriate and not in keeping with the rest of the film. But, Fernando Di Leo was a fine director who also wrote much of the films he made, including this one and most of his films had a strong political stance. His, Caliber 9 is a great crime thriller example and this is a very decent sexploitation one. The lovely Gloria Guida is a bit led astray by the character played by Lilli Carati, as the cheat, steal and generally behave obnoxiously in the name of freedom. I don't know how realistic the commune presented here was in Italy but it doesn't seem like any other I've seen depicted. Even Valerie Solanas' S.C.U.M manifesto gets quoted here in the name of feminism and it is about at this stage (when a film maker is introduced) that we begin to realise what a gigantic swipe the writer/director is taking at the counter culture and its opponents. Nobody comes out of this well and the brilliantly directed ending will haunt for some time.

Applying a simplistic, hypocritical morality to this sleazy tale, the filmmaker (Fernando di Leo) gets to have it both ways. His camera captures every lurid detail of multiple sex scenes and takes every opportunity to savor the fine flesh of the tasty leads (Gloria Guida and Lilli Carati). He then condemns the women for being "sluts" and brutally reprimands them for their behavior.

"To Be Twenty" is a highly watchable story about two twenty-year-old free spirits whose youth and naivety bring on their destruction. Ninety per cent of the film graphically depicts the girls in a series of wild and frivolous adventures. Staples of 70's cinema such as drugs, politics, the generation gap, communal living and free sex are thrown into a mix to produce an enjoyable cinematic cocktail that captures the ennui of the period.

The film's surprising last stanza sounds a mean-spirited warning to women who freely advertise their sexuality without any intention of providing it. It is a nihilistic, barbaric, angry scene of human carnage that echoes the darkest aspects of "Last House on the Left", "Straw Dogs" and "I Spit On Your Grave".

A recurring song is used to potent effect over the end credits and the lead characters are brought to vivid life by the talented Guida and Carati.

Recommended.