A 30-something housewife gets a crush on this manual worker who is living in a caravan close to her house. She feels sexually unsettled despite possessing a pleasant home, a charming little son and a loving husband - who are, as it happens, just off on a fishing trip for a few days. She is so besotted by her initial contact with the worker that she enters his caravan in his absence and sentimentally strokes some of his books. Then, a shock - suddenly the vehicle is driven off with her inside.
Quite a good start, you might think. But it soon deteriorates into the soft porn, witless directionless movie matched by a few thousand others. The caravan stops beside a picturesque lake and a superbly-built naked blonde bather enters the scene. She soon persuades the non-swimming housewife to not only enter the water, but submit to being ferried on her back by said blonde to a large swimming-raft. As you may imagine this is the start of some lesbian goings-on.
The manual worker of course returns complete with rippling muscles and completes the sexual triangle which somehow finds itself later immersed in a stormy jacuzzi in the middle of Chinese New Year junketings. Our mild housewife, after being caressed under water by Mr. Muscles, gets a bit put out when she sees him paying similar attention to the blonde, takes one of the burning candles which bestrew all porny films at erotic moments and, via a handy diaphanous curtain, sulkily sets the whole place on fire.
As if that were not proof enough of brain-damage in the direction department, the script (?) takes another, even less likely twist when Mr. Muscles not only drives the obviously bonkers, still-naked woman to her home (hubby and little boy having fortunately not yet returned from the fishing), accompanies her indoors, lectures her on her wifely responsibilities, finds her a dress and clothes her, disappearing before hubby and son return to enjoy a rapturous reunion.
A sadly flawed irresponsible film despite the best efforts and good looks of the women. A jarring note was the frequent loud crashes in my speakers accompanied by split-second images apparently inserted by the director to keep the audience awake.
This nonsense barely deserves the four rating it has been given.
