Andrée - l'esasperazione del desiderio nell'amore femminile

The rigorously distracting, beguilingly decadent, scintillatingly sensual, 'Andrea The Nympho' actively remains one of the more appealingly skin-drenched, candlelight languid shunt-fests of the sin-slinging 60s! Trawling through the not always edifying murk of Euro-cult ephemera, one always desperately hopes to unearth another genuinely delicious example of voluptuous vintage eros, but, Hans Schott-Schöbinger's high-flying, fleshly fabulous, 'Andrea' is a rare bird indeed!

The pleasingly pulchritudinous premise is a rewardingly simple, yet profoundly engaging one! The exquisitely enticing, Andrea (Dagmar Lassander) generously spends the majority of Schöbinger's Cocktail Hour hump-a-thon in various states of undress, provocatively exposing her exotic, boudoir-happy philosophy of morally unencumbered free love! This appealingly man-baiting maxim translates into the tantalizing travails of our luxuriously lissome, lingerie-dropping protagonist, who uninhibitedly seduces all who willingly succumb to the luridly libidinous needs of her carnivorous cooch! 'Andrea The Nympho' aka 'Andrea - Wie ein Blatt auf nackter Haut' is a racily voyeuristic example of late 60s German sexploitation, funkily festooned with a finger-poppingly peachy jazz-funk score by the marvellously monikered, Hans Hammerschmidt! Hans is a stone groove, man, and he really delivers the gritty go-go Martini grooves, replete with sleazoid, hepcat drum breaks, and myriad, bouncy, bad ass keys. Even maestro, Gert Wilden 'aint got nothing' on onkle Hans!