RavenGlamDVDCollector
I'm one of those "Dangerous Babes" mooks, and I was holding this title back as more of a treat than most of the others, but when I settled in for that YELLOW HAIR AND THE FORTRESS OF GOLD thing, I was so aghast at the sight of that sorry effort, I decided I was gonna watch something worthwhile after all. And this one sat there conveniently at the ready on the disk. With no fanfare, proceeded, grumpy mood. Well, quickly saw it doesn't disappoint. I'd never heard about these movies before (save one, my reason for purchase) and I am just relieved that they're not all a buncha tripe. Look, I don't mind (that much) about dated movies and low production values and yammering scripts BUT DO GIVE ME DECENT PEOPLE ON-SCREEN and this one has it. Chestnut mare Susan Romen is way way way up there as a modern-day looking girl in a movie that is now almost fifty years old, so that says a lot. Of course it's dated material (the hippie bit, and look at the hairstyle of Mary Mary), but it looks good and Susan is just great! It's a small movie, but far more likable than so many of the junk in the rest of the "Dangerous Babes" set. I would agree with the complaint that the drug use is overly long, shee-ite, sure looks like a how-to guide for beginners. But if you like pretty actresses the way I do, then there's a whole lot of watching for you here.Of course, the story is trite. What obviously happened in real life is totally noteworthy, though. Old Uncle George wrote a script he knew he was gonna direct. He cast himself in the lead role, and arranged himself an adventure. Moto cross motorcycles, a plane, a boat on the high sea, and, a-ha, wait for it, but of course, yes, being in bed with a young, lissome, nubile, perfectly-formed, long-legged, long-haired, utterly naked girl.Do I blame the old guy?No. Of course not. Oh, I understand. Of course I do.And it's really all kinda sweet. There's not one vaguely-disgusting thing in it, though the prudes would no doubt insist to disagree.One bad thing though. And it's very sad. Susan Romen didn't become a star. She seems to have gone into hiding. To this day. Well, it was the Early Seventies, whatcha expect? Today, in something like this (just better made), she'd have been a star. Back then, it was scandalous. And a scandal back then was more like tar-and- feather time, well, exaggerating (though not completely), but you get my drift.If the movie deserves a bad rep, it shouldn't be for the sex scenes, but for the haphazard filming as it rushes along, the further it goes, meandering about with dirt bikes, and the hopelessly inept wooden acting by the old guy himself (just hanging on for the hot chick) and that main baddie who comes across as a bit of a tortoise playing the part of a sea-lion.As for Annik Borel, another reviewer is excited about her, and, yeah, cute, with long, long legs, but so absolutely disconcertingly cold and stern-eyed in that sex scene, she is obviously more suited for print modeling.But I can tell you, it's one helluva lot better than YELLOW HAIR AND THE FORTRESS OF GOLD. And guys would crawl over searing tarmac strewn with broken glass to be with Susan Romen as their very own Candy.
Michael_Elliott
Weekend with the Babysitter (1971) * (out of 4) A hot shot director (George E. Carey) has a fight with his wife who then runs away with their young son. The babysitter Candy (Susan Romen) ends up coming over and gets offended by a screenplay he's about to do. To set him straight, the babysitter takes the director to hang out with her hippie friends and later the two have sex. While all of this is going on the wife has been kidnapped by her drug dealer. Yeah. As you can tell, part of this film plays out like a remake of the 1969 film The Babysitter as this features the same production company, director, actor and even the babysitter's name is the same. While that film worked this one here is a complete and utter disaster, which has perhaps one good scenes but the rest of the movie should be thrown in the toilet, although I'm sure even the toilet would try to spit it out. We basically get the exact same story as the previous film but this time out for some reason they tried to deliver an action movie, which is just downright stupid. This was obviously shot on a low budget so all the action scenes look incredibly bad and they really don't make any sense. The mean drug dealers are all fools and you hate the wife so much you really don't care what happens to her. The one decent scene is when the hippies are trying to explain to the old man how to smoke grass. His reactions to what he's being told is pretty priceless. Stone is a tad bit better here than he was in the 1969 film but that's still not saying too much. The biggest problem is with Romen who just doesn't work as Candy. She doesn't have any of the charm that the other film had and she just comes off rather bland.
Woodyanders
Square middle-aged movie director Jim Carlton (nicely played by George E. Carey, who also produced the picture and co-wrote the story) befriends sweet, but foxy and enticing teenage babysitter Candy Wilson (a winningly warm and sincere performance by gorgeously voluptuous brunette stunner Susan Romen). Candy shows Jim the real swinging 70's youth scene and eventually has a steamy May-December fling with him. Meanwhile, Jim's pathetic shrewish junkie wife Mona (a perfectly bitchy Luanne Roberts) runs afoul of slimy drug dealer Rich Harris (a pleasingly nasty portrayal by James Almanzar). Director Tom Laughlin, working from a pretty thoughtful and sensitive, yet still quite trashy and melodramatic script by James E. McLarty (who has a small part as friendly dock worker Smitty), admirably doesn't wallow in the sleaze to the ninth degree; instead Laughlin offers a tasty, vivid and refreshingly nonjudgmental evocation of the happening early 70's youth culture (the sequence where several affable hippies teach Jim the proper way to toke on a joint is a real hoot!). Yes, this film does deliver a generous sprinkling of yummy female nudity and a few fairly hot soft-core sex scenes, but overall it's not the all-out crassly lurid piece of pandering sleaze that its premise suggests it might be. The hippie characters are shown in a positive light while Jim is drawn as a basically decent and well-meaning guy. Carey and Romen are both fine in the lead roles; they receive sturdy support from Annik Borel as Harris' kinky bisexual girlfriend Doris, Anthony Victor as browbeaten, sympathetic flunky Sancho, Bob Bernard as amiable longhair A.K., and Gloria Hill as fetching, flighty hippie chick Mary Mary. Both Jack Steely's sharp cinematography and Robert O. Ragland's groovy-jammin' score are up to par. A cool little flick.
caspian1978
The babysitter fantasy is present in this early 1970 classic flick. A classic in its own right, Weekend with the Babysitter captured everything that was true about the 1970's. Let me explain. From the clothes, the music, the drugs, the parties, and the generation. Susan Romen is perfect as a 70's teenager who is just one of many girls of her generation who is playing with rebellion. Her beautiful innocents leads her into seducing a married man and making him see how much he truly loves his wife. Worth the 4 dollar rental fee....check it out.
