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Director: Looney Bear
Lisa St. Shaw
Label: Something Weird Video
“Who do we love the best? Who does surpass all the rest? From her we’ll never need a wedding ring! Free love at last, hail to The King! Far superior to all men, to a naïve girl a godsend, need no women be less than satisfied, when The King is around to conquer and provide!”
Director LOONEY BEAR, the visionary behind the sexploitation oddities The Filth Shop and Meet the Sex (both 1969), turns his attention to the world of lesbians with The King. Of course, as anyone who has seen the above-mentioned films can attest, Mr. Bear’s view of sex in general and human sexuality in particular is a bit… well, loony. Making things even more askew, this strange piece of existential sexploitation is so casual in its telling and so random in its events, that it seems to evaporate as it unfolds, as if we’re watching the vague memories of someone who can’t quite remember all the details….
It goes something like this: secretary Linda, a black gal with giant nips, gets it on with her female boss, Miss Turner. In fact, Linda and Miss Turner do it right on the swivel chair in her office: “Oh, I need you, Miss Turner! I know how you can satisfy me!” Returning home, Linda greets “King” Mickey, a domineering butch who first whips Linda, then has make-up sex with her. Their roommate Joan shows up and all three have a wonderful time on a mattress: “Being in the middle of Joan and Mickey is an indescribable sensation!” You betcha.
According to Linda’s narration, the three then decide to go to a beach on Fire Island: “Things were the way they should be at Cherry Grove – the men with the men and the women with the women!” Except that we see them take the Staten Island ferry (!) and end up on an ordinary, non-gay beach somewhere in Brooklyn. Linda dances while Joan and Mickey make out on a blanket. No one notices. (The rest of the scene is unconvincingly faked somewhere else on a bedspread, not a beach blanket.) The girls also check into “a beach house” which is clearly a New York apartment where Linda and Joan give King Mickey a bath (in the same bathtub used in Meet the Sex).
Back from the beach, the girls smoke some weed, dance, and get naked: “Where am I going? The room is slowly starting to spin, corresponding with my thought waves!” Linda gets so stoned that she forgets what skin color she is as she narrates a threesome flashback she had with a man, a thin white girl, and “a Negro girl.” Huh? Then Miss Turner shows up (remember her?) and punches The King. The End.
All of which is punctuated by quick, stray shots from another film printed in negative. What are these shots and why are they here? Who knows. Perverts should also note that casual pubic hair is occasionally on view – not something allowed on screen during most of the Sixties. Most shocking of all, The King actually played the big screens of lucky grindhouses when this was theatrically released by those gleeful purveyors of slime, American Film Distributing Corp. The world should have ended in 1968. -- Handsome Harry Archer