She Came on the Bus (1969)

 She Came on the Bus (1969)

This crude, artless but energetic example of the "roughie" genre is definitely mind-boggling. There's no live sound, just a foreboding Dragnet-style narrator snidely describing the action, as well as excruciatingly melodramatic library cues (which wouldn't be out of place in a D.W. Griffith movie) churning aggressively in the background. Toward the climax, some groovy lounge music suddenly breaks out for half a reel, accompanied by some topless jitterbugging which is totally out of line with the narrative. The photography is shaky cinema-verité in high contrast b&w, and the direction is pretty much non-existent (unless it was Jean-Luc Godard). It's not as bizarre as the "Olga" or "Flesh" series, but still proves irresistible thanks to its headlong thrust into depravity and its complete lack of taste, morality or respect for the laws of cinema. Considering the year of release, it's surprising that there's no full-frontal nudity, but there's plenty of flesh and ravaging lust on hand to have appeased the raincoat brigade. (IMDB  goblinhairedguy) V&D