Confessions amoureuses d'un batteur de charme

I might agree that this is the best of the "Confessions" series, but I can't agree that its at all funny. There are long stretches of inane and completely boring 'plot' scenes. But by the end of the film some decent opportunities for 'kit-off' have been exploited, which at least makes it memorable. Not likely to feature in the top 100 films.

Usual ridiculous "Confessions" affair with some pretty funny moments.

Definitely worth seeing for the *incredible* look-alike of Liam Gallagher (singer from UK-band Oasis) on guitar in the band. This alone made me laugh more than the rest of the film. Seriously, it *is* him.

This film also turned a Japanese female into a big fan of Robin Askwith and the Confessions films, so there must be something good in it.

I'm a Confessions lover, yes. This second installment has just what you expect: Many Saucy hotties exposing their goods, and much laughter intermittently, courtesy of the bumbling Timmy Lea, that our unexceptional Askwith, plays it down to the T. He was born for this role. That's it. From the very start, he gets himself in strife, where as a window cleaner, he is doing a married woman, where husband comes home, and you can guess what happens. Finding a new career path, him and his enterprising brother in law, Sid (the much charming Booth) come across a fake rock band, and sigh em' up, Sid, the manager, Askwith, the promoter. Check out the lead's frizzy hair, the in thing those days. Hey all you need is that get up, and someone else's deafening singing voice, playing in the background on tape, and you've got one sweet set up. Though really, we wanna see what chaos our clumsy klutz, Askwith, will cause next, and like Alvin Purple, here's another enigma, to why hotties fall at his feet. He is Mick Jaggerish looking, one young, extra hot hottie/groupie, believing he is Mick Jagger. These two wind up in trouble, while horsieng around, one could say. Even if you're from a rock band, you'll laugh and identify, with this lightweight adult romp. Two of my favorite scenes are humping ones, that steal the movie. Too I guess it's kind of sexy to see drummer, Askwith, wearing just a dress, and the wheels are turning in your head to where his normal attire went. I loved the band's name. Kind of fishy. What I love too or respect about these Confessions films, are family time, shed, where Askwith's father Bill Maynard is classic as the grumpy hoarder. I can identify very much with these characters and the others of the Lea household. If nudity's your thing and you like laughs, you'll like this adult frolic caper, where if a Confessions fan, that is advantageous. Much an improvement on the first weak outing.

No disrespect to the previous reviewer but this is one of the worst British comedies ever made. However, trivia fans may note that Star Wars was being made in the next studio at the time of shooting and during a love scene with Robin Askwith and Jill Gascoigne, both Darth Vader and Chewbacca looked on during a break from filming.

Not a bad punk song during the finale and plenty of kit offery but a gag-free zone.

Confessions of a Pop Performer, the second film to star Robin Askwith as randy, accident prone fanny-magnet Timmy Lea, sees our clumsy hero trying to find fame and fortune as the drummer for up and coming band 'Kipper'.

Timmy's equally libidinous brother-in-law Sid (Anthony Booth) acts as manager for the group, successfully exploiting his showbiz contacts—including the sexy wife of a music mogul—and it's not long before Timmy is being mobbed by gorgeous groupies and banging much more than his drum kit!

Offering saucy soft-core sex (including frequent, full-frontal, female nudity) and smutty seaside humour, the Confessions series is aimed squarely at those who enjoy their comedy lewd, crude, and unsophisticated, but in an effort to be more outrageous than the first film, Pop Performer takes the crassness and stupidity a little too far and loses a fair amount of the original's charm in the process.

The basic plot is rather hard to swallow (Timmy's drumming skills are non-existent), the tried and tested 'Timmy meets a nice girl' subplot is used once again but goes nowhere, and whilst the first film did at least attempt to throw in some genuinely well written jokes and inventive innuendo along with the slapstick comedy and jiggery-pokery, Pop Performer doesn't try very hard in this department: the humour in this sequel gives new meaning to the word 'lowbrow' and the result just isn't very funny.

Still, even though the format is already beginning to look tired, and the laughs are few and far between, this chapter does deliver the goods when it comes to nudity, and fans of the female form will have much to enjoy: a sexy fan mistakes Timmy for Mick Jagger and tries to seduce him; a kinky S&M swinger gets nekkid at a party; Timmy has it off with a tasty record shop salesgirl; TV star Jill Gascoine gets the not-so-gentle touch from Anthony Booth; and curvy Carry On girl Diane Langton appears as one half of a singing act called The Climax Sisters.

Other familiar faces also appearing, but keeping their clothes on, include Dads Army stars Ian Lavender and Bill Pertwee, husky redhead Rula Lenska, DJ David 'Diddy' Hamilton, and Hi-De-Hi's Linda Regan.