You’ve heard of “peeping Toms.” Well, Sounds of Sex is a movie about a “listening Tom” or “listening Tantala,” to be exact. Yes, she gets her kicks from hearing people make love. And she collects tapes of herself, her friends and neighbors moaning, groaning and boning. It’s a very creative idea. And believe me, during the opening credits, where you watch a quiet suburban scene over which a torrid soundtrack is played, h-o-t! Overall though, I feel that Sounds of Sex falls short from what it could have been. And the ending is downright weird.
Tantala’s technique is hi-tech, since she uses an ultra-sensitive, long-distance microphone to get to know the neighbors better. Her home and its fantasy rooms are all wired for high infidelity. As good as the sound is, it’s too bad the filming crew didn’t take advantage of visual technology and rent a close-up lens. Whenever somebody comes, they never really seem to swallow the action.
If you like Tantala, she probably is at her best here. In fact, my viewing “deputy” said she is the only honest character in the whole video. For me, Tantala is too much the pro and only inspires commercial, mechanical performances from her support cast. In the tape’s favor, there are a lot of sex scenes. Tom Byron and Pamela Jennings give nice performances and the brief comic relief provided by Lance Lott is great. Yet I must say that Sounds of Sex is not always music to my ears.