Facciamo l'amore in grande allegria

I rented this one with a friend who was staying at my house when we were in high school because of the women in late '70s bikini wear on the video cover and the title "Has Anyone Seen my Pants." It looked like it could be the funniest movie ever made.

Then we watched it. Not only was it extremely un-funny with it's high comedy and slapstick style, the actors and actresses running around nude were NOT anything like the young women on the video cover! They were getting close to being senior citizens and they were naked. These things just shouldn't be filmed.

The plot? Search me, I was confused most of the time, but I remember that most of it took place in a hotel. I guess I shouldn't have kept my eyes covered through most of it.

All in all, my friend and I learned our lesson the hard way by trying to sneak this one past our parents. I feel scarred for life.

Perhaps even sillier than this kind of film usually is. A fat little Texan inherits a hotel in Heidelberg, but discovers to his dismay that it has been run as a brothel for years. He keeps finding himself in situations where his pants get torn off. Of course, the story makes no sense at all (why is everyone speaking the same language? whether it was German in the original or English in the dubbed version I saw...and where does that helicopter come from?), and is replete with pointless fights and chases and gaping plot holes. But there are lots of opportunities for nudity and simulated sex—mostly attractive young women, and a lot of the nudity is full-frontal. Apparently the film-makers also relished the opportunity to present some Americans as foolish and puritanical. But then the Germans aren't exactly portrayed as mental giants either.