Confissões de um Limpador de Janelas

In the 1970s, the world was going through social and political unrest in an unimaginable scale, films like this in the Art world were showcases for top flight British talent who sold out for a quick pay cheque to appear amongst boobs and bumps.

Its hard to believe a film this bad was the highest grossing and most successful film of 1974.

Sort of a carry on esque romp albeit more explicit humour mixed with on the buses and bless this house.

The result was ghastly.

Confessions of a window cleaner, stars a television actor named Robin Askwith in the title role as an Inept but otherwise lovable roguish Jack the lad window cleaner named ' Timmy Lea' who finds it hard to wash and clean windows as his does when coming into contact with a variety of nubile ladies.

Throughout the film he tries to prove he can commit to one woman without letting his hormones get the better of him.

Whilst his horrified family look on.

This film is a complete mess a mix of painfully bad humour of the carry on variety mixed with David Sullivan esque smut.

Robin Askwith is ok in small doses appealing and charming up until a point, Anthony Booth from till death us part is suitably smarmy and conniving as his scheming brother in law Sidney engaged to his sister Rosie played by the late Shelia white, his parents played by Bill Maynard and Dorris Hare from on the buses hardly get a look in.

The film is worth a look if you like eroticism some of the scenes between him and his clients deliver the goods, and the humour is crude albeit snappy interplay between Booth and Askwith livens the piece above average.

Overall: Ok not great if you want to see a comedy of this genre which takes the carry on formula and pushes the boundaries you could do a lot worse.

Most Brits will tell you that the "Confessions of" series of the 1970's sex comedies was not nearly as good as the more famous "Carry on" series, but if you're non-British and are more interested in sex and nudity than British humor (which might be an oxymoron) and seeing a lot of middle-aged Ealing Street comedians who you probably won't recognize anyway, the "Confessions of" series is the way to go. The main star here is Robin Askwith who was a dead ringer for Mick Jagger, and who probably logged more on-screen nudity than any male actor in the history of cinema. Here Askwith plays a young man, "Timmy Lea" (his character unfortunately has his own theme song), who lives with his larcenous father, his oblivious mother, his very pregnant older sister, and his philandering brother-in-law. He goes to work for the brother-in-law as a window cleaner, and. . .well, that's basically the plot.

I once worked briefly as a window cleaner, and although I don't really look too much like Mick Jagger, the experience was NOTHING like this. Apparently, a lot of beautiful women in England just wait around all day for the window cleaner to show up, so they can exhibit themselves to him and/or take him to bed. (Of course, it's also possible this movie isn't entirely realistic--hmmmm). Whatever the case, this makes for plenty of opportunity to see a number of naked "dolly birds" including, most notably, Linda Hayden and Katya Wyeth, both of whom appeared in Hammer films and other British movies much better than this one. But be warned also--all of these women put together don't spend as much screen time naked as Askwith himself does.

What I liked about this movie especially though was the end. American sex comedies always have the male protagonist acting irresponsibly promiscuous throughout most of the movie, but then falling in love with the girl of his dreams at the end (this might be called "eating your cake and having it to"). This movie does have a "dream girl" in the form of Linda Hayden (OK, she's more of a "wet dream girl"), but it takes a different turn at the end, which some would call cynical, but I personally found pretty realistic, and sweet as opposed to saccharine. The movie is also genuinely funny in places, not so much in the silly sex scenes, but in the scenes at home with the protagonist's oddball family.

You're probably unlikely to find this movie outside of the UK or Ireland, but it does have some appeal even for non-Brits like myself.

I think this genre of Saucy 70's British film is forever being slated by critics, Yes they are dumb, but they are harmless, the makers of these films did not intend to make groundbreaking cinema, but a funny and saucy alternative to the rest of the films tha country was producing from that era. I say these films are a cult, along with the On the Buses films, and the far more mainstreem Carry On's. I like to watch these films last thing at night, I call them 'bedtime films' you can just switch on after a hard day's graft, and perhaps even switch your brain off to watch them, there is just a fun, cheap thrill element to them, the films have an 18 certificate, due to nudity, but take that away they'd probably be a 'U' due to almost childish humore and very slapstick stuff! When they came out they were probably intended to be sexy, now the hairstyles, the fashions and the women are very funny, although not initially intended to be, these films have got better with age, and hey, I should probably not admit this but I really enjoyed the start of this film with Robin Askwith riding on his bike to a cheesy theme song!

The case against this movie hardly needs to be restated. Clunking, crass, monotonously unfunny, it's the sort of film that gives sexism a bad name.

And yet, for those who grew up in England in the early 70s, Confessions of A Window Cleaner is horribly evocative. The endless shots of tacky, dismal streets; the unwelcoming, tawdry interiors; the overwhelming sense of an exhausted gene pool; yep, that's what it was like. The film has some of the impact (though none of the accomplishment) of the photographs of Tony Ray-Jones, and promotes a similar melancholy.

Then there's Robin Askwith, who despite the various old troupers is the best thing in the movie. Granted, he wasn't everyone's idea of a sex god, and here he's at the mercy of a dire screenplay, but he gives it everything he's got. Looking and acting younger than his years, and with a cocky animality that no amount of boxy denim can mask, he sums up one particular breed of 70s boy, spunky, clueless, candid, vital, uncrushable. He looks great in his nude scenes, taut and doggy - there are moments of real beauty which belong in a better film. His sheer physical presence makes this awful picture almost worth watching.

Timothy Lea gets a job with his brother-in-law Sid. Timothy is willing but not very capable. However, he does have a knack for finding beautiful, scantily clad ladies who require more than just a nice shine on their bays.

The first of the 'Confessions' films is exactly what you'd expect: cheeky postcard humor, cheeky music, flying bras, female nudity galore, and a couple of chuckles.

I don't think the franchise deserves its toilet reputation; they really are a snapshot of 1970s Britain. Personally, I don't think they're a patch on the Carry On films, but they're watchable. I really do understand why some people hate them, it's not the kind of film you'd want to watch in polite company.

The washing-up liquid scene always makes me chuckle. Why did she need such a huge pack of it? I've always wondered. I love that Robin Askwith is still going strong. I really enjoy seeing him in the Madame Blanc mysteries; I think it's fair to say his acting improved with age.

There is such a good cast here, including Dandy Nichols, Bill Maynard, and John Le Mesurier; they do a decent job, but all are generally wasted.

5/10.