User Reviews

Candy Samples' legion of fans know the truth -she is a "saver" who can pump life into the most mundane movie (or magazine layout for that matter). THE ELEVATOR is a perfect example -she provides a classic scene while the rest of the action is ho-hum.

Premise is an old chestnut: Sandi Carey blows up at her neglectful, workaholic boyfriend, storms out and gets stuck in the building's elevator. Unfortunately she's trapped with Jim Frost, a tiresome guy (who's place in film history was starring in the gay classic L.A. PLAYS ITSELF, not his roles in straight films).

It's no surprise that they eventually have sex together, but on the way we witness random memories. One of these flashbacks has Candy Samples doing a number on good old Adam Ward - a classic demonstration by CS of the art of fellatio.

While that scene more than justifies sitting through this feature, note that anyone studying the art of acting will want to sample the "in two" vignettes of Sandi and Jim killing time in the lift. I've never seen such a sustained bit of twitching, eye rolling and basic nervousness condensed here as neither untrained thesp has a clue what they're doing. Even a Laraine Newman and a Dana Carvey doing a Saturday Night Live sketch trapped in an elevator could not exaggerate to the extent seen here -it's horrible.

Despite its low budget, this film is generally pretty good, thanks to a (mostly) attractive cast and some virile, potent work by its leading men.

The plot is simple: A man (Jim Frost) and woman are stuck in a stalled elevator. To pass the time, the recount sexual adventures past, leading to a succession of erotic flashbacks. Ultimately, Jim is so turned on he decides to have his way with the woman, leading to a gonad-draining finale on the floor of the elevator.

As will happen with most '70s hardcore, the camera frequently eschews the sex we are there for, in favor of endless closeups of various female faces (yawn). After all, where else in the world will you see one of THOSE? Consequently, there isn't as much sex as you'd think - sometimes it only lasts a few seconds, while the rest of the scene lingers and lingers and lingers on some woman's face...ugh.

That said, what sex there is, is quite well done. There are several highlights, one of the most satisfying (albeit painfully brief) is when Mr. Frost and his buddy share a bed with their respective girlfriends. The two men mount their partners and are enjoying deep Missionary action, when Frost's girlfriend tries to cop out. To appease her, the boys trade ho's and resume the action.

One of the best things about '70s porn is, that everyone is in a normal human state - no shaved heads, no shaved chests, no shaved crotches, no tattoos, no body piercings. This is sex as I remember it, for I vividly recall the "natural" world and how much better people looked before all the affectations and epidemic obesity.

Worth a look.