Not so Super 8
One morning at school, a mate confided in me that he'd acquired a "Blue Movie" from one of his many uncles*. Now, since I was born some time in the late Jurassic era, this was before video - it was in fact a spool of Super 8 cine film. It so happened that we had a cine projector, and so he'd come to me for help.

A plan was hatched: there was just time to run back to my house at lunchtime, watch the film, then get back to school. So, breathless with both anticipation and the damned hills that litter Brighton, we entered the empty house and with shaking hands I laced up the film. It clattered into life and we held our breath, waiting to see what joys and revelations would spill onto the screen.

I remember it quite clearly - more clearly, in fact, than the actual picture, which was blurry and low contrast. The story - for back then mucky movies pretended to have a story - involved a young woman getting out of bed naked, putting on her negligee, and going to have a shower.

Yes, in that order. I was so bothered by the blatant production error here that I barely registered the subsequent shower scene**, nor the developing story of the plumber who arrived to "fix her pipes".



* You know, now I come to think of it, I'm starting to doubt that the various men visiting his mother were all genuine uncles...

** OK, that's a lie, I watched that bit VERY closely
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Thu 11 Aug 2011, 15:55, Reply)