Cinderella

This is true: there were two movies in 1977 that were semi-pornographic, musical versions of the Cinderella story. This one was made by Charles Band and starred Cheryl "Rainbeaux" Smith. The other, Cinderella 2000, was made by Al Adamson, mashed up with science fiction, and I don't know if I'll be able to see it. 

It will surprise no one that this movie is bad. It's got some of the same obsession with making sex goofy that Happy Hooker Goes to Washington had, although I enjoyed this more. It had somehow had fewer pretensions, and it had an actual story (a familiar story, made naughty) instead of merely being a series of skits. Also, frankly, it was unpredictable, which I always love in a bad movie; there was a dream sequence in which Cinderella's genitals made popcorn, the fairy godmother was a gay man, and the ball guests broke into disco dancing. The songs were bad, but I've heard worse. 

The sex scenes mostly seemed faked, just based on body geography and movements, although they always entailed soft bossa nova for some reason. Lots and lots of skinny 70s boobs, shirts that failed in their duty to cover flesh, and dubbed-in moans. Better than today's plasticine pornography, in my own opinion, but there's no real reason either to watch it or avoid it. 

Like, one of the big plot points is Cinderella's "snapping pussy." Shakespeare this is not. But I can't really be mad at it either. It's more often fun than tiresome.

The other American sex film on my list is Barbara Broadcast, which is evidently actually good. There must be a conclusion somewhere between these movies, the two Cinderellas, HH, and BB. I don't plan to go too deeply into porn from the year - there are pornography scholars out there and I am not one of them - but a handful seems like enough to show me a pattern, if there is one.