The Exotic Dreams of Casanova

This movie is rather fun. As Casanova dreams his party erupts into an orgy. One of the best scenes involves Vincent Barbi, as the Turk, with Neola Graef, as the Harem girl. Neola is a beautiful blonde with a stunning body. Barbi - well he is just an old geezer who gets his way with the gorgeous Ms. Graef. Barbi strips Neola and covers her breasts and butt with whipped cream. Then he . . . well you get the picture. As he fondles Neola and eats the whipped, she giggles and squirms with delight. Quite a scene! But please see this movie for its other highjinks - it is worth it.

When a guy named Casanova hits his head, he has a bizarre dream.

One of the people he dreams about is Uschi Digard - nothing bizarre in that at all. In fact, that's perfectly normal.

But he also dreams about other people too. He dreams he's put on trial.

His entire dream is peopled with very strange personages and their affectations.

This whole film seems like it was all ad-libbed rather than actually written.

Kind of a wild, anything goes kind of movie so be ready for anything and you won't be disappointed. Besides any movie with Uschi Digard in it can't be all bad. I just wish she had a lot more screen time than she does in this effort. If you want to see Uschi as star of a movie and at her sexiest best, check out GETTING INTO HEAVEN.

Between the defrocked costume romps like Notorious Cleopatra and the drugged excesses of The Toy Box lies this curious entry in the Harry Novak Hall of Infamy, a flipped-out frat party free-for-all with Perry Mason overtones. The curtains open on a picture-book `jousting' with famed lover Casanova (played by swarthy Vegas type Johnny Rocco) and a more-than-willing participant. Credits roll, and it turns out to be a stag performance by modern descendant and current spaghetti western star Joe Casanova, part of the Valentine orgy for `Swingers International'. Joe quickly tires of the self-promoting president, and offers a thousand clams to any swinger who can keep up at his private party till dawn. His house instantly becomes a squalid playground: go-go dancing, spanking, whipped cream, all accompanied by a whacked-out duo on guitar and bongo. Things turn nasty when his overzealous guests push Casanova off his flying trapeze. He's knocked unconscious, and imagines himself in the Gomorra County courtroom loaded with party perverts, a camp judge, and a Keystone Cop, where the name 'Casanova' itself is on trial. To illustrate his case for free love, he peppers the proceedings with fantasy sex scenes between courtroom members (including Uschi Digard, credited as `Brigitte'), but discovers amidst the rampant horndoggery the one-woman man within. Maybe this isn't what us would-be cocktail shakers want to hear, but then there's always the rewind button. So in the immortal words of Joe Casanova, `Let's everybody swing!'