So this is why the called it the "Golden Age."

Straight outta 1974, this is blistering shot-on-film sex cinema with -- alas! -- no hardcore.  Marie Forsa and her cast of co-starlets are (or were -- most of them are, like,a s old as your mom now) stone foxes, to use the vernacular of the day, and sport bodies which tell the tale of an age before bulimia, anorexia and crystal meth.  These are real-deal fee-males with soft, supple curves, factory-issued titties and an amazingly unaffected love of ruttin'.  And then there's Harry Reems, the consummate '70s white-boy mack daddy, resplendent in polyester flares, his trademark floppy cop 'stache and the standard shaggy, blow-dried Me-Generation coiffure.  Must-see.

This is retro smut at its best, but again, be aware that while the sex is obviously real, there are no actual insertion shots.