Softcore trash from a master of titillation; you might say Tinto Brass is a man obsessed. Sadly, this is one of those high-class slices of erotica that turns out to cater for mankind's most base obsessions, but of course it's all okay because it's about a woman's desire rather than a man's - yeah, right. Inevitably it's a film shot via the male gaze throughout, with barely a scene going by that doesn't focus on the female figure in some respect. It's near plotless, with horrid acting and dialogue, and the lack of concrete narrative makes it an entirely boring and, indeed, repetitive watch. You know what you're here for.
Review of All Ladies Do It
