Nothing special to see here. I really just wanted an excuse to mention this totally absurd movie I watched recently, Summer Lovers, starring Peter Gallagher and Daryl Hannah. Luckily, I’m thoroughly conditioned not to laugh at onscreen nudity.
Ok, that’s a complete lie. But after the stunt I pulled in 7th grade sneaking into Threesome with my friend Brooke, I’m pretty seasoned. Seen one nip, you’ve seen ’em all. However, I cannot say I was entirely prepared for the onset of nonstop shlong issued forth in this flick. I sent the trailer to a friend who replied, “You’re totally going to see Sandy Cohen’s wang in that movie.”
Despite being from ’82, this is the porniest-looking movie I’ve ever seen that didn’t actually have any dirty scenes in it. Like, if this were Europe, and we were all naked on beaches anyway, this would totally be replacing Baby Einstein DVDs nationwide. Now, that’s the world I want to live in!
All visuals aside, it had probably the sickest soundtrack ever—Chicago, Tina Turner, Elton John, Depeche Mode, and Prince. Wikipedia says the Pointer Sisters’ “I’m So Excited” was the theme song. Wikipedia also notes that the film failed to accrue ticket sales exceeding its expenditures. How is that even possible?! Daryl Hannah’s boobs are in it! She makes me want to give up my pat-of-butter-a-day habit.
Oh, here’s my new Kara Ross stingray ring:
Listen, though—the movie had a seriously awesome wardrobe, lots of legwarmers, olive oil, breathtaking Santorini scenery, and wholly sweet and innocent characters. The boom operator should have been blackballed from the industry, though.
Netflix it up and enjoy!