Review of Girl Slaves of Morgana Le Fay (1971) by Jussi M — 19 Nov 2011

Thank you, Bruno Gantillon, for finally proving to me that lesbians had incredibly dull sex in the early 70s. So boring was it, in fact, that they would appear to have frequently fallen asleep in the middle of it. Either that or broken into awkward interpretive dance while dressed in flowing, fluorescent, diaphanous gowns that probably caused a lot of stumbling and twisted ankles. Pity the poor, hobbling, half-asleep French lesbians of 1971! Not only did they have all this to contend with, they were also plagued by a rather hermaphroditic hunchbacked dwarf with an unusual fondness for crushed velvet coats and pink leggings. Ah well, at least they didn't need to carry a plot or memorize any vaguely interesting dialogue. In act, on several occasions I was quite sure I could hear the wind whistling straight through the ears of the vapid, entirely clueless lead actress. Nothing very interesting happens, unless you're excited by wooden acting, corny scripting and some of the most giggle-inducing choreography ever performed by ennui-riddled French lesbians in gauze.

Did I mention the tedious lesbians? Oh, yeah, I did. The best thing about this one: no sequel. It's all a dream... which makes sense, since everyone involved was asleep. You will be, too.