Sin in the Suburbs

8/10 may be just a little generous for this b/w number but it has been made with surprising care and what we may be lacking in wide expanses of naked flesh is certainly made up for in dramatic storyline and non stop action. Pity we don't see more of the masked activities but we have to remember how early this is and that in many films around this time the title was as sexy as it gets. Here at least we get lots of enthusiastic fumblings, much suggestion of developing depravity and a sense that everyone is at it including the teenagers (and not with each other!). Nicely over the top performance in male lead who is trying to emulate his childhood hero, the circus ringmaster! Plus his sister(?) who is none other than Dyanne Thorne who will later transmogrify into the infamous, 'Ilsa' and 'Olga' is here too with a couple of cohorts later to be seen in 'Olga's House of Shame' So, fun enough to watch and most significant in the development of sex in US movies.

After her husband leaves her and she is unable to pay the bills "Yvette Talman" (Dyanne Thorne) seduces a bill collector at the instigation of her live-in boyfriend "Roy Minton" (Richard Tatro) to settle the debt. It's at this time that Roy gets an idea to increase their incomes many times over by taking advantage of the fact that the housewives in this particular suburb are extremely lonely and many of them are having affairs to resolve the situation. That being the case, he reasons that--for a certain price--he can introduce them to several different lovers at a discreet location and with certain safety features to protect their identities. Soon his plan becomes a complete success-at least for him. Now rather than reveal any more of this movie and risk spoiling it I will just say that this was a very risqué film for this particular era. I especially liked the manner in which Roy was cleverly depicted as the devil with his customers appearing as his followers. Likewise, although Dyanne Thorne was unrecognizable to me I thought there were a couple of fairly pretty actresses involved with Marla Ellis (as "Lisa Francis") standing out among them. On the other hand, I found the music--which played incessantly throughout the film-to be quite annoying. But overall I thought that this was a pretty good sexploitation film for the particular time-period and I rate it as slightly above average.

With very limited resources at this disposal (the budget, shooting time, and acting talent were clearly in short supply), Sarno has combined a poor plot with an almost anthropological approach to encapsulating the fashions (hair and clothing) and the physical landscape of domestic split-level commuter suburbia (Long Island, perhaps?) in the mid-1960s.

The visual titillation is very minimal, alas, so this isn't much of a sexploitation treat, but it does serve as almost a work of cinema verite, brought about by lack of resources for depicting anything beyond recording that physical milieu directly and accurately.

There is also some attempt as social commentary -- everyone's house is the same, and all the breadwinners (male, of course) take the 7:21 train into the city and return on the 6:35, while their wives stay home and try to fend off boredom). Too bad that Sarno wasn't given enough resources to develop and capture a vision.

As it is, this is sort of a proto-indie movie, wherein the filmmaker was allowed some degree of personal expression within the straitjacket of the highly inhibited sexploitation genre of the era.

SiTS would have benefited from more flesh, and more fleshing out. A nice curiosity nevertheless.

Sleazy, cheesy fun from the sexually-repressed early 1960s. Complete with jazzy soundtrack, freeze-frames, fervent coupling in kitschy bedrooms and silly costumes for the not-so-shocking "shock" ending. Stands out among the pioneering "adult" films.

It is too easy to dismiss "Sin In The Suburbs" as mere camp, Joe Sarno has some serious things on his mind and his efforts show results. His movie resembles Cassavettes and Warhol, but I think Sarno was a better filmmaker than either one one of them; he uses a porno house plot to explore the emotional depths of sexuality.

The Suburban milieu is once again viewed as a repressionland but unlike "American Beauty" it is populated not by walking cheap shots, but by real, unsentimental characters. Sarno's method's sound somewhat like Mike Leigh's; but working one imagines under much greater time and budget constraints, his results are more hit and miss. The wall to wall jazz is a big problem.

The Grindhouse boys once took a Bergman Film and tried to sell it as porno, one can only wonder what they made of Sarno;