"Little French Maid" was a fabulous film spotlighting Connie Peters in her best feature role. This followup made 5 years later, "Little American Maid", is poorly cast and executed, worth watching merely for sex vignettes.
Diedre Hopkins is a terrible choice in the title role, not exactly a skank but close enough to make her selection a head-scratcher. Her career is fairly short and I've seen her in other films in minor assignments, such as the excellent STREET HEAT, but why would anyone build an entire film around her? She's got nothing special to offer.
Her narration is very stupid by way of director Joe Robertson's lousy script. There's a vague undercurrent of class system resentment (she wants to be "an equal'), but it never becomes logical or compelling. Basically she's just another Candide in porn, having XXX adventures without a care for the world, as symbolized by the film being bookended by her strolling down a beach.
My straw-men nemesis William Margold, who I've watched (randomly) in 65 movies and disliked his performance every time, is cast as The Master, ruler of the household where Hopkins works as a maid. Sitting in his wheelchair and looking exactly like he always does (Margold always plays himself) the Master orders some folks around for a dull BDSM orgy.
Film recovers as Hopkins hits the road, finding folks when out jogging or exercising and humping them. Lots of name talent is injected into her story but simply as filler, with Robertson never developing anything resembling an interesting plot. Hopkins is so vapid nothing in the way of conflict ever arises either.
The money scene is ho-hum to watch now: Hopkins has an orgy in a gym resulting in her desired d.p. Film's climax is when the man of her dreams, young Scott Irish, sticks a dildo up her ass. Finale has her getting into a dirty old man's car to drive off, noting "I hope he has a nice juicy cock". To call this film low- brow would be an insult to low-brows. Its only virtue was being shot on film in a period when video had already taken over.
Diedre Hopkins is a terrible choice in the title role, not exactly a skank but close enough to make her selection a head-scratcher. Her career is fairly short and I've seen her in other films in minor assignments, such as the excellent STREET HEAT, but why would anyone build an entire film around her? She's got nothing special to offer.
Her narration is very stupid by way of director Joe Robertson's lousy script. There's a vague undercurrent of class system resentment (she wants to be "an equal'), but it never becomes logical or compelling. Basically she's just another Candide in porn, having XXX adventures without a care for the world, as symbolized by the film being bookended by her strolling down a beach.
My straw-men nemesis William Margold, who I've watched (randomly) in 65 movies and disliked his performance every time, is cast as The Master, ruler of the household where Hopkins works as a maid. Sitting in his wheelchair and looking exactly like he always does (Margold always plays himself) the Master orders some folks around for a dull BDSM orgy.
Film recovers as Hopkins hits the road, finding folks when out jogging or exercising and humping them. Lots of name talent is injected into her story but simply as filler, with Robertson never developing anything resembling an interesting plot. Hopkins is so vapid nothing in the way of conflict ever arises either.
The money scene is ho-hum to watch now: Hopkins has an orgy in a gym resulting in her desired d.p. Film's climax is when the man of her dreams, young Scott Irish, sticks a dildo up her ass. Finale has her getting into a dirty old man's car to drive off, noting "I hope he has a nice juicy cock". To call this film low- brow would be an insult to low-brows. Its only virtue was being shot on film in a period when video had already taken over.