It depresses me how I can remember something like this from my youth. At a multi-screen drive-in, the movie my family and I were supposed to watch was rather dull (I can't even remember the film's title) so I just turned my head and looked out the side window and saw the film Class of 74 w/out sound. The vision of a bikini-clad black woman dancing to the credits and topless swimmers in the pool was quite a sight. Not to mention, the scene where a macho athlete was getting molested by the team doctor stayed with me forever.
After a few too many decades, I accidentally came across the film from an Internet trader and I had to see if my memory was still as sharp as always, or if had it failed me. Well, my memory didn't fail me; here was one of many films that captured my interest in the trashy low budget drive-in films of the past.
Well, seeing the film with sound didn't do much for the film. The plot has a group of young college students led by Pat Woodell, Sondra (billed as Sandra) Currie, and Marki Bey as the dancing black woman in the bikini taking into their clique, a young Gabriella- the film's original title, and how she should be freer and sexually liberated to be a total woman. Uh- okay.
The viewer is treated to a series of scenes guaranteed to get a howl as these students go from free love seminars, to a filmmaking couple making a documentary of sexually liberated people (featuring the macho athlete now a swishing gay male), a threesome, and open relationships.
The filmmakers must have realized this film didn't a little more than an hour, so they padded the film with Gabriella reminiscing about her Lothario father cruising Sunset Blvd. Which ironically is a scene that would have fit in the 1960s, and not the seventies when this film was made.
The climax consists of Pat Woodell (in a horrendously fake platinum wig) inviting Gabriella on a small yacht owned by her rich sugar daddy played by Gary Clarke of How to Make a Monster and Missile to the Moon infamy. How does Gabriella handle the situation? She becomes a mistress to another sugar daddy on the yacht with his wife's approval.
The ending is rather surprising as Gabrielle is taking a young college student under her wing and getting ready to tutor the young student on how she can make her life much better and be a free woman.
Ah yes, the Seventies.
After a few too many decades, I accidentally came across the film from an Internet trader and I had to see if my memory was still as sharp as always, or if had it failed me. Well, my memory didn't fail me; here was one of many films that captured my interest in the trashy low budget drive-in films of the past.
Well, seeing the film with sound didn't do much for the film. The plot has a group of young college students led by Pat Woodell, Sondra (billed as Sandra) Currie, and Marki Bey as the dancing black woman in the bikini taking into their clique, a young Gabriella- the film's original title, and how she should be freer and sexually liberated to be a total woman. Uh- okay.
The viewer is treated to a series of scenes guaranteed to get a howl as these students go from free love seminars, to a filmmaking couple making a documentary of sexually liberated people (featuring the macho athlete now a swishing gay male), a threesome, and open relationships.
The filmmakers must have realized this film didn't a little more than an hour, so they padded the film with Gabriella reminiscing about her Lothario father cruising Sunset Blvd. Which ironically is a scene that would have fit in the 1960s, and not the seventies when this film was made.
The climax consists of Pat Woodell (in a horrendously fake platinum wig) inviting Gabriella on a small yacht owned by her rich sugar daddy played by Gary Clarke of How to Make a Monster and Missile to the Moon infamy. How does Gabriella handle the situation? She becomes a mistress to another sugar daddy on the yacht with his wife's approval.
The ending is rather surprising as Gabrielle is taking a young college student under her wing and getting ready to tutor the young student on how she can make her life much better and be a free woman.
Ah yes, the Seventies.