An office party in London gets frisky.
Even if you go in with very low expectations, this is complete crud; it doesn't even work on its own terms as a sex farce because, at least until near the end, there's virtually no sex: mostly it's just office workers chatting to each other (the dialogue ain't good either) in David Grant's own office that he used to shoot this 'film' in over a weekend.
Lake looks puffy and does next to nothing, future Coronation Street star Briggs is noticeable, there's a camp chap who raises the odd smile and the ladies look nice but it's hardly a compensation.
Half an hour of hardcore footage was added for foreign markets, the lucky lot. Here in Blighty, it's impossible to imagine that the Soho cinema patrons were glad they'd paid for this.
I suppose it has some sort of minor cultural value, with its scenes of contemporary London and its scenes of social interaction between the office types. Track it down on the net if you wish (it's tricky, but it can be found), but don't expect much.
