Wednesday, June 6, 2018

CONFESSIONS OF A TEENAGE PEANUT BUTTER FREAK (1975) ***


Billy (Zachary Strong, who also co-wrote and directed) is an awkward teenage loser who gets picked up by a gas station attendant named Priscilla (Helen Madigan).  They go back to her place for a peanut butter sandwich and she makes a couple of obvious passes at him.  Unfortunately for Priscilla, he’s too busy eating peanut butter and talking about his various sexual misadventures to even notice.

Confessions of a Teenage Peanut Butter Freak contains some rather kinky material.  There’s food play (this is the first time I’ve ever seen anyone use peanut butter as KY jelly), incest, strap-ons, bondage, butt play, interracial, etc. The thing that makes it all work is the fact that you can sympathize with a lot of Billy’s sexual blunders.  (Well, except for maybe his peanut butter fixation.)  Despite some wild moments, there are a few scenes that are surprisingly true to life.  I'm sure there are moments of poignancy here that will ring true for some people, which makes it a nostalgic coming of age movie (no pun intended). 

Strong is great in the lead.  His awkward tics are amusing, and his stuttering while nervously engaging in sexual intercourse are good for a few laughs.  John Holmes has a small role as Strong’s friend.  For some reason, Holmes does a different accent for nearly every line of dialogue.  I’m not sure why Strong let him get away with doing something so bizarre, but then again, Holmes wasn’t hired for his acting abilities.  Madigan is enormously appealing, and Jacque Hanson is a hoot as Strong’s sex-crazed aunt.  

The sex scenes themselves are a bit uneven, with the best ones being weighted towards the beginning.  It loses points for the weird, overlong, dreamlike ending depicting Strong’s surreal wedding ceremony.  This could’ve been cut out and no one would’ve noticed.  Other than that, Confessions of a Peanut Butter Freak is a lot of fun.  It has a goofy, playful feel that makes it work as both pornography and a relic of ‘70s low budget filmmaking.  There’s an innocence here that you just can’t find in today’s adult market, and that alone makes it highly recommended.

AKA:  Confessions of a Teenager.  AKA:  Peanut Butter Freak.  AKA:  She Can’t Get Enough.

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