Cinderella (1977)
8/10
A delightfully naughty farce that could have only been made in the 1970's
6 June 2015
Warning: Spoilers
Sweet fair maiden Cinderella (a radiant and winning performance by lovely drive-in cinema starlet Cheryl "Rainbeaux" Smith), blessed with a certain special snapping distaff endowment, strikes the fancy of a jaded prince (a nicely smarmy Brett Smiley) after doing the deed with him at the royal ball.

Director Michael Pataki, working from a blithely bawdy script by Frank Ray Perilli, keeps the enjoyable story moving along at a quick pace, astutely evokes the easy'n'breezy carefree anything-goes vibe of the happy'n'hedonistic 70's, milks plenty of laughs from the merry raunchy humor, and delivers oodles of tasty distaff nudity and sizzling soft-core sex. Moreover, it's acted with tremendous gusto by an enthusiastic cast: Sy Richardson contributes an outrageously campy portrayal of a jive hipster kleptomaniac Fairy Godmother, Kirk Scott has a field day as the bumbling Lord Chamberlain, Pamela Stonebrook really sinks her teeth into her juicy role as the evil emasculating queen, and Yana Nirvana and Marilyn Corwin gleefully ham it up as Cinderella's homely'n'horny stepsisters. Andrew Belling's funky score hits the get-down groovy spot while the discoid songs are quite bouncy, catchy, and funny. Joseph Mangine's sunny cinematography provides a pleasing bright look. Best of all, the gals featured herein are stone foxes, the simulated sex scenes are red hot stuff, there's a gloriously bizarre dream sequence, and the whole thing is way too giddy and loopy to even be remotely offensive. An absolute hoot.
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