Weekend Lovers

I try to keep my standards high as I plow through the seemingly endless catalog of Something Weird movies, but occasionally am disarmed by a simple film like WEEKEND LOVERS. Ephemeral by any yardstick (as evidenced by its zero reaction on IMBb many years after its video revival), it was mildly diverting porn entertainment.

Vic Lance, who became better known as a composer rather than actor after this effort, toplines as a sailor who has a strange fetish: hitchhiking and taking whatever pretty girl gives him a ride to his regular motel, balling her and keeping polaroids that memorialize the conquest. He comes off as a jerk, but like many anti-heroes of the era is interesting to observe.

Film's pretensions include him nicknaming himself Sinbad. Back home his cute sister Ginger (played by the fab porn star Lilly Foster) is trying to fix him up & get him married off. His day job is at a computer center where he interviews zoftig blonde Miki McDonald and has a fun sex scene with her in the office; unfortunately the eye-pleasing Miki never got a breakthrough porn role.

With an awkward flashback revealing Lance is carrying a torch for one of his motel conquests, cute Chris Mathis, story eventually neatly resolves its loose ends, but not before a pretty awful Lance ballad titled "Why?" is sung in voice-over. Why, indeed.

Final reels seem to have scenes edited out of their natural order, but by this time it's all about the sex. Lance's confession at the finale is very poorly delivered and what was a promising little feature falls apart. We even have to sit through yet another dumb ballad sung-over by Lance.

Director Dwayne Avery was a journeyman pornographer whose films promise more than they deliver. He got his start as Bill Rotsler's cameraman.