“Intimate Illusions” Is A Psychedelic Disco Freakout Trainwreck

“Intimate Illusions” Is A Psychedelic Disco Freakout Trainwreck

[Editor’s Note: Phaedra Grant is so sultry that very few high-res images exist of her, so we were forced to use this one from “Candy Stripers.”]

326214Racking your brain for the perfect movie for your next 70s porn party? Look no further, Dear Readers: “Intimate Illusions” (aka “Boiling Point”) might be just what your eye-rolling jaded peer group is seeking. Every slice of this big-budget, discombobulated masterpiece is worth critical and masturbatory acclaim. It’s a true diamond in the buff.

Our feature begins with Angel, a local call-girl (played by scrumptious redhead Phaedra Grant). She graciously walks the busy afternoon streets of San Francisco while the picture’s theme song “City Girl” (performed by the Filthy Four) plays in the background. As Angel enters her earthy, post-hippie, plant-adorned Victorian flat, she pours herself a stiff drink and strips down to a blue leotard. Puffing on a cigarette, she telephones a john known as Alex (John Seeman) and the two engage in a highly-heated session of phone sex. Following climax, more cigarettes are smoked as both recover from the intensity of their perversion.

Afterwards, Angel walks to a corner market for a pack of cancer sticks and is robbed of her purse at gunpoint by the notorious Westside Rapist (played by spunky Jon Martin). Fortunately, an undercover cop named Tony (John Leslie) is amongst the shoppers and proceeds to pursue the vermin. Angel joins the officer for a high-speed crash-‘em-up car chase that must be seen to be believed. During the chaotic pursuit, a man on a motorbike crashes into the side of a large American automobile and is catapulted, breaking through a bedroom window, onto a fornicating elderly couple. Also, golden-haired porn hunk Jessie Adams gets his dick blown in a parked car amidst the confusion. Eventually, the rapist smashes his car into a tow-truck, and the villain escapes on foot. Happy to retrieve her purse, Tony gives the startled Angel a ride back to her humble home. She invites him up for bourbon, cheesy music, and a romp. Tony claims that he usually prosecutes sex workers such as her, but inexplicably finds himself chewing on her large pink nipples. Peeling out of their blue-jeans like sex-starved panthers, they devour each-other’s bodies upon Angel’s sumptuous bed. The sex is long, hot, and spicy, exploiting Phaedra Grant’s luscious red pubic hair and delectable bosom (which Tony glazes upon with utmost ease).

In the next scene, we find the Westside Rapist strolling through a random neighborhood. He chooses a door and gives it a knock. By coincidence, it happens to be the home of Tony, the undercover copper who is hot on his trail. Alone in the house, Tony’s wife Gloria (Eileen Wells) answers in horror, but proceeds to fuck the living daylights out of the intruder when he identifies himself as the “rapist at large.”

Back in Angel’s flat, she and Tony puff on cigarettes as he tries to persuade her to retire from her current profession. From Angel’s rumpled bed, Tony phones his wife not knowing her mouth is full of the cock belonging to Public Enemy Number One. Oblivious, he informs her that he will be home at seven for supper.

Gloria and the rapist continue to fornicate on a smooth black leather couch, until a large amount of scrotum-scum is drizzled over her stomach. Not yet finished with the outlaw, Gloria drains his balls once more within the warm waters of a large decadent bathtub that overlooks nature.

Unfortunately, Tony arrives home early. The rapist grabs his duds and dashes, wet and naked, out the back door, into Tony’s freshly-parked automobile for a quick getaway. Frustrated by his bad luck, Tony asks his promiscuous wife for details regarding the evening’s dinner. Gloria opens her slinky silk robe and declares, “Dinner is right here baby, and it’s coming up!”

As the Westside Rapist drives through the wealthy residential hills of Oakland in his newly-stolen car, he picks up a young girl named Cindy (played by cute little Lisa Sue Corey) as she walks to her babysitter gig. Convinced by the car and his sunglasses that he is a legitimate detective searching for the Westside Rapist, Cindy begs to be recruited into his sting operation. Naturally, our villain pulls over, and the two slowly undress (peeling off yet more blue-jeans) and beautifully copulate upon the back seat.

The next scene is bizarre, to say the least. Cindy telephones Rose (Paula Brown), an older woman who has hired her as a babysitter, to let her know that she is running late. Eager for Cindy’s arrival, Rose bathes in an expensive bathtub then proceeds to dance in a transparent negligee upon a patio deck that overlooks a foggy Pacific Ocean. While Rose dances, she lapses into a psychedelic flashback that transplants her half-naked body onto the backs of painted ponies and tigers of a carnival merry-go-round.

The spell is broken as the doorbell rings. Rose invites the apologetic Cindy into her posh pad, and we discover that the two are actually lovers and the babysitting gig is bogus. In a feverish, loving, and artistic manner, Cindy and Rose perform two long hot lesbian scenes–first on a bed of red, second on the slickness of golden sheets.

For some unexplained reason, the movie drops the previous plot, concluding with the goings-on of a depraved underground discotheque. The Filthy Four, a musical act of bona-fide cheese-balls, play to an assortment of porn yahoos (David Pinney, Blair Harris, Eda Halleck, Desiree Cousteau, William Schrafft, Don Fernando, Andrea Lange, Paula Gray, Jim Travers, Jason Jeffrey, Marcia Allen, Sasha Ramone, Sandy Pinney and Jessica Leigh) who strut their cocaine-fueled asses upon the dance floor. The participants soon strip naked to the tune of “Got Me In A Disco Daze,” while the band feed their tiny little cocks to an array of willing groupies.

As the Filthy Four break into their second tune, “Suck My Cock,” the discotheque turns into a surreal Busby Berkeley-style barrage of sex/dance routines, complete with overhead kaleidoscopic cinematography.

In the finale, the orgy climaxes with the addition of fog and bubble machines, pink lights, and weird funhouse mirrors. Everybody dances naked to the funky rhythms in what has to be one of the more off-the-wall orgy sequences that seventies porn has to offer.

Credits roll to the reprise of the “City Girl” theme song.

“Intimate Illusions” was directed by Paul Lewis and was produced by Jack Sloane with cinematography by Han Zeffron and has a fine musical score by Nubar Zozaya and Arturo Sigi. Shot in the Bay Area in 1978 on what appears to be a healthy amount of money and drugs, the film runs at 73 minutes. Once again Alpha Blue Archives delivers to the demented. Cheers!

About Shane White

Hello, my name is Shane White and I am a native of Los Angeles. I’ve been living in the bay area for over two decades now. I am also a veteran fanzine contributor, and for the past thirty-something years I have written for publications such as Lost And Found, Ink Disease, Pure Filth, Maximum Rock N Roll, Unscene Art, etc. I was born on Mother’s Day during the summer of love, therefore I am a child of the sixties. Charles Manson, The Symbionese Liberation Army and The Hillside Strangler were front page news when I was growing up, and so was the rise of high production porno movies. By the mid-seventies, there were already full-blown porn stars for the very first time. I, along with all the other young kids on the playground, knew the stars’ names and what films they were in…!!! So I guess it’s fair to say I’ve been fascinated by the world of porn since the time I was still in shorts and I have finally graduated to what I am now: a professional scumbag!!!!! Being such, I possess vast knowledge of what is now called “classic” porn films ranging from 1969 – 1987. I have been working in the shipping and receiving department at Gamelink for five years and was recently asked to review some of the lost gems of yesteryears for Naked Truth. I eagerly agreed, anticipating the rummage through Gamelink’s rather large vault of golden oldies. I hope I can rekindle a lost art. Enjoy!!!!
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