A funny thing happened to movies in the early 1960s -- they got more "daring" in the sense that they included sexual language and dealt with adult themes. The weird thing is, they did this in an awkward, shame-based way -- so much so that they seem downright childish compared to the sense of frankness and
real adult behavior in your average pre-code movie.
But don't take my highly authoritative word for it -- join me as
Motion Pictures Told Through Still Pictures with Goofy Captions wanders into the 1962 film ...
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Any resemblance between the characters in this movie
and actual women is purely coincidental. |
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Greetings, ladies and gentlemen of science! My name is Professor Doctor Mr.
Chapman, M.D., and I am a world-famous sexual researcher in the manner
of such luminaries as Alfred Kinsey, Masters and Johnson and Lindsay Lohan. |
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Heh heh, they said "probe." |
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"Dear Professor Doctor Mr. Chapman. My name is Jane, and I am a healthy,
perfectly normal young woman who is repelled by any physical contact
whatsoever, especially with men of the opposite sex, yuck." |
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"Some have called me frigid, and when I opened my mouth to
answer them a light came on. Can you help?" |
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Dear Jane: I have the perfect remedy. You need to indulge in some
promiscuous smoking with one of my researchers, stat! |
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"Dear Whatever Your Name Is: My name is Shelley and my husband
is more interested in watching TV than in watching me. I want to get racy, he
wants 'Ben Casey'! And the other night, when he was watching 'Leave It to Beaver' ..." |
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"... anyway, I am now having an affair. Any suggestions?" |
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Dear Shelley: Perhaps a long trip might bring you and your husband
closer together. I suggest a cruise on the ocean liner Poseidon. Bon voyage! |
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"Hello, handsome. You can call me Claire. Actually, you can call me anything --
just call me ;). I have no sexual hangups at all ..." |
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"... just ask any delivery guy who comes to my house." |
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"Or musician. Or anything with chest hair, for that matter." |
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"Never mind about her, dear sir! Pay attention to me! My name is
Glynis and I am terribly self-absorbed. My smarmy husband is just
as pretentious as I am, so we get along splendidly ..." |
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"... but the other day I met a younger man on the beach when I caught
his ball, and I'm, um ... curious." |
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Dear Glynis: It sounds as if you might need to become involved in a
cause bigger than yourself. May I suggest women's suffrage? |
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I'm afraid that's all the time we have today for oversimplifying
people's sexual behavior. Next week's topic will be "The Future" -- a time of
widely available birth control, medication for erectile dysfunction and widespread gay marriage. Ha ha! Just kidding! Drive safely! |
I admit I have a soft spot for these kinds of 1960s flicks. I haven't seen this one in ages, but now you have me looking for it. Since my last viewing, I've become a Glynis Johns fan...and I can't remember nor imagine her in this movie!
ReplyDeleteVery funny post (love the bit about watching "Leave It To Beaver"; can anyone look at that title in innocence anymore?). There's something squirm-inducing in looking back at those American 'adult' 60s films and their idea of what makes for sophisticated viewing. If it isn't 'frank' discussions about s-x, then it's adolescent frolics on almost-adultery (eg, A Guide for the Married Man, Under The Yum Yum Tree). In either case, you cringe. You're right, pre-Code did it so much better. We seem to have been constantly regressing since then.
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