Timothy Lea (Robin Askwith) and his brother-in-law Sidney (Antony Booth) decide to ditch their window cleaning business to back a pop group named Kipper. Naturally, this results in lots of wacky hijinx and a bevvy of naked ladies. Adapted from a series of books by Christopher Wood, this was the second in a series of four sex farce films (preceded by Confessions of a Window Cleaner in 1974 and followed by Cpnfessions of a Driving Instructor in 1976 and Confessions from a Holiday Camp in 1977). This was my first exposure to this genre of British film and might be my last. I'd previously seen Askwith - who looks like Mick Jagger's handsomer brother - in a bunch of early '70s Brit horror films where he is killed. No such luck here. To give you how "zany" this film is, in the first ten minutes we get Askwith in his underwear being chased by a jealous husband with a javelin (done in sped up Benny Hill style), two beers spilled on people, Sidney being sprayed in the face with a fountain pen, another jealous husband getting swacked in the groin by his suspenders and Askwith hanging nude out of a window. I took it all in with a stiff upper lip, although I will admit there is one gag that made me laugh. Kipper is playing for Queen Elizabeth and the Lea family gets all dressed up to be around royalty. The father is rushing them as they'll be late and then they all walk into their living room to watch it on TV. Yeah, that's all I got. I'm sure due to the rampant nudity (if you set a timer, I'd bet it surfaces every seven minutes) they were childhood faves of kids growing up in the UK. Would love to hear about the formative experiences of experiencing these.
Review of Confessions of a Pop Performer
