CONFESSIONS OF A SEX MANIAC is an odd little British sex comedy that feels very low budget and very half hearted. The title is an odd one too; it makes it sound like some horrible giallo when in fact it's a relatively genteel movie, although the producers of the CONFESSIONS... series weren't pleased and forced a name change to THE MAN WHO COULDN'T GET ENOUGH. The film stars the one and only Roger Lloyd Pack (yes, Trigger from ONLY FOOLS AND HORSES) as an aspiring young architect who unsurprisingly enough spends most of his time bedding agreeable young women. When his baldie boss tasks him with designing a new, super expensive building to add to the London skyline, Pack takes inspiration from the female body and decides to design one in the shape of the perfect breast.
The rest of the film sees him hunting for such a thing, if it even exists. So it's an excuse to show a number of women topless, although of course there's plenty of romping between the sheets too as you end up seeing more of Pack than you ever really wanted to. He gives an odd, laconic, deadpan turn here, which I quite enjoyed given that I'm a big fan of the actor, although the rest of the unknown cast aren't up to much. Truth be told, there's no use proclaiming this film the 'worst ever' when there are so many bad entries in the genre to begin with (SHE'LL FOLLOW YOU ANYWHERE, anyone?). It comes as a relief that CONFESSIONS OF A SEX MANIAC is only slightly below average thanks to budgetary restraints. Oddly, it was directed by the one and only Alan Birkinshaw, of KILLER'S MOON and INVADERS OF THE LOST GOLD infamy; you can tell it's one of his as it has the same scuzzy atmosphere.
