From the "Didn't I see this once in a drive-in?" file comes a softcore opus from the early 1970's. It's filled with the sort of stuff I remember from my formative days of drive-in viewing; sex with enough zing to make you huff, nubile teenagers to make you puff; and some nasty violence to blow your house down.

Actually, there are two Little Miss Innocence's —a pair of foxy drifters who shack up with a middle-aged composer for some fun. But the sex never stops. The composer, who looks like a cross between porn vet Williams Margold and Larry Hagman, is exhausted by the activity. He asks the teens to leave his house. They resist. And soon they sexually dominate him (after all, they're minors). Blackmail.

Director Chris Warfield, an old pro at adult films, elicits eroticism from this chintzy flick, although one female lead looks like a slutty Margot Kidder. The script is peppered with such gems as "Got any grass, man?" and "Go back to your hippie crash pad!" Makes you wonder when they're gonna invent car radio sound for VCRs.