Linda is a sexy secretary who allows herself to be seduced by her boss, Miss Turner. She goes home to her lesbian lover, Mickey who whips her before making love. They are soon joined by Joan, the third member of their throuple for a three-way. After a satisfying bout of lesbian sex, the ladies take off for their summer home on Fire Island. Secretly, Linda wishes her boss would swoop in and rescue her from her dreary existence.
Written and directed by “Looney Bear” AKA: Jack Bravman, The King begins with a long opening credits sequence of inane slam poetry spoken over photos of naked women. If this is too much for you to handle, you might want to consider tapping out early as the movie is nothing more than scenes of tepid lesbian action that’s essentially ruined by a never-ending stream of narration. Much of the narration is unnecessary and/or flat-out annoying. (Linda says, “Oh, Mickey!” more times during her love scene than Toni Basil.) This kind of chicanery throws cold water on any chance this thing had of being erotic. Often, the narration is just describing what you can plainly see with your own two eyes, which renders it superfluous. It would be one thing if the long scenes of the narrator moaning in ecstasy had been good for a laugh, but it just grates on your nerves. It’s the cinematic equivalent of trying to sleep in a hotel room while the couple in the next room keep fucking at all hours of the evening.
The short running time is also a mixed blessing. Sure, it’s nice that you only have to deal with this monotony for an hour. The downside, however, is that the ending is so abrupt and unsatisfying that it’s liable to make you furious.
Bravman went on to direct everything from hardcore XXX movies to Zombie Nightmare starring Adam West.
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