The Lickerish Quartet

The follow up of Camilla 2000, remember, the flick with the moaning girls and the sex scene's who were a bit lame. If we could talk about sex scene's to be honest, but the score made it all better. So with the voluptuous main lead, Silvana Venturelli, from Carmilla the director Radley Metzger went on to this project made in full porn bloom.

Starts off with a bunch of people watching an erotic picture. The erotic flick goes further then Camilla ever did. Silvana goes full frontal and this time the camera shows the girls giving head even as nothing is shown it do offer some soft-erotic parts. We move over to some stunts being done on motorcycles, a bit too long but there the man recognises the girl on the bike as the girl from the erotic flick. He invites her back to his castle, guess you all know what is coming. In the castle the director goes as far as possible with close-ups of Silvana's private parts.

Much better story with the magic involved, excellent filmed. A bit of mystery going on with the films itself which give this flick an uplift. Not bad at all, Metzger's best effort.

Gore 0/5 Nudity 3/5 Effects 0/5 Story 3/5 Comedy 0/5

This movie left me confused at times. This is one of those movies with confusing endings. If you watch this film, watch very closely, because if you're going to forward throughout the whole thing, then you miss out. There is some nudity in the film and brief frontal nudity. I wouldn't say there is real "sex" in the film, so don't get confused by what you read about the film. I hope this helps you understand a little about this film. I'll give it 7/10 for the little things in the movie(you'll see what I mean by watching it).

'The Lickerish Quartet' is very much a product of the early 70s when the idea of mixing the art movie and soft core genres was in vogue. Radley Metzger created a fascinating albeit very pretentious pseudo-psychedelic mindbender which is quite unlike any other similar movie of this era. At times I was reminded a little of Jess Franco's 'Succubus', but 'The Lickerish Quartet' is truly a one-off. Metzger plays with time, with frequent cuts, flashbacks, flashforwards, and dream sequences, so by the end fantasy and reality are blurred, and everybody, including the audience, is no longer exactly sure what actually happened, and what didn't. Silvana Venturelli is beautiful and well cast as the mysterious "visitor", and Frank Wolff ('Cold Eyes Of Fear') stands out from the supporting cast, as the wealthy sophisticate who gets a lot more than he bargains for. This movie is a real treat for lovers of 60s and 70s "head" movies, and will appeal to fans of Jodorowsky and Bunuel as much as Franco or Jean Rollin. Highly recommended.

I didn't enjoy this quite as much as I did a few years back and this may be because I found the pacing a little difficult this time. Nevertheless it is still a fabulous looking, brave, intriguing and beguiling movie. I don't know where the title comes from and I don't know why the daredevil motorcycle sequence, early on, was so long but the central idea with the supposed projection of an old stag movie that is not all it seems is a great notion. The castle setting (Balsorano, Italy) is amazing and the Stelvio Cipriani score one of his very best, so lush and stirring, particularly effective in the 'very sixties' running jumping and having sex outdoors sequence and the superb pop art library sex sequence. I must mention the solid Frank Wolff, who would drown himself in a Hilton bath tub shortly after this film and the amazing, Silvana Venturelli, who would do little else after this than some playboy layouts. Not for everyone but if the names Vadim, Robbe- Grillet and Warhol don't scare you off, you'll probably get something out of this unique film.

It's a pretty adventurous movie, poised rather uneasily between constant arty inventiveness and a distinctly stilted coating of baroque overemphasis that, of course, makes due space for the porno calculations. From the very first scene of the family watching the dirty movies, heard initially as disembodied heads in darkness, there's an obvious hankering after seriousness, and the astonishment is that this ambition never becomes utterly foolish. It's quite a provocative film, and would likely not seem so dated with warmer, more nuanced actors, a less obviously titillating style, and without the unfortunate montages of running through the fields and suchlike to the accompaniment of gooey sixties music. There's ultimately no real revelation though, despite the constant return to doubling and echoing and evocation of the odd relationship between art and life, but it gives the feeling of having been intuitively (more than intellectually) shaped and prodded into something quite coherent. The highly designed library sex scene hardly fits but is memorable in its own right.