Tiffany Jones

Anouska Hempel bought the rights to this film to stop it being released. A lot of actresses change careers, but acknowledge the fans that put them were they are today. Sam Fox doesn't get them out any more, but she still appreciates stripping off and being a huge personality put her on the map. Luckily a VHS release on the Jezebel (which put-out cult sexploitation films) imprint of Salvation Films was released in the late 90s.

The film is based off a British comic strip, about a sort of female spy with St Trinians-esque capers. The film is absolute rubbish. Sure, most of these British sex films weren't funny or sexy, but at least most like Confessions Of A Window Cleaner weren't boring. There is very little nudity or sex in this film despite an overly-zealous BBFC 18 rating and very little action. I've heard the similar film The Big Zapper is better, but I've not seen it. To me it seemed like the budget was too small or Pete Walker had his hands tied in some way, maybe the budget or the source material.

I watched this as Pete Walker completest and as a fan of crappy British cult films. The version I saw was a rip of aforementioned VHS tape. I can't recommend this to anyone as a film experience apart from for its scarcity and cult status.

According to the big old website we're currently expounding in, Anouska Hempel, hotel designer and star of 'Tiffany Jones', bought up the rights to the film so it would never be seen (whether she returned her fee is another matter). Imagine her pique when she sees it's on Prime for free for everyone.

Poor Anouska (now Lady Weinberg) knows in her heart of hearts that her flesh being on view is the ONLY reason anyone would watch 'Tiffany Jones'. In every other respect, it's hopeless. A 'political' comedy which would, deservedly, be mouldering in oblivion were it not for her jaw-dropping turn.

Carry-On bit-parters and scarcely remembered 60's horror extras, soap opera mainstays and cheap tv ad regulars vie for screen time. It doesn't look as if any of them are interested in furthering the pathetic plot. I'd like to have seen how they sold the extremist chef roles to the actors.

If Anouska's annoyed at her own body, imagine her ire when she sees Ray Brooks' hair or hears the painful theme song.

In my humble (narrator?) opinion, Ms Hempel is almost Pam Grier and Diana Rigg level on the swoon in disbelief chart. She is a STAGGERINGLY beautiful woman. By modern standards, up there with Emilia Clarke and Toy off 'Run To The Movies'. Men have eaten their own heads for lesser legs than hers. Revolutions begin for humbler décolletage. Her presence - shucked-down or not - never fails to sticky-up a quivering screen . . But her 'Tiffany Jones' is a turkey of equally high order. A stiff. A bozo. A rotten old sock.

You sit there thinking: one day this movie will end . .

This atypical Pete Walker romp is a far cry from the horror fare he would later put out - and much worse in quality, too. Based on a long-forgotten comic strip, it features THE SCARS OF DRACULA's Anouska Hempel as the titular character, who finds herself getting intimate with the tyrannical ruler of a made-up country. Somehow, somewhere this seems to have been devised as a gender-swap Bond spoof, but something's lost along the way. Instead we get grating comedy, endless nudity from Hempel, an excruciating nude bathing sequence that goes on forever, and a cast of famous faces (including poor old Eric Pohlmann) deserving better.

"Tiffany Jones" was a return to straight sexploitation for Pete Walker, who spent most of the seventies making the horror b-movies he is best known for.

Tiffany Jones is apparently a comic strip character. The opening credits feature shots of the comic strip - and an awful theme song.

"Zirdana - Eastern Europe" says the title. This... country (?) is apparently a dictatorship. The president of Zirdana arrives in England, according to a news report Tiffany Jones watches, while wearing a skimpy towel.

She's a model.

The movie provides some nudity at about the fifteen minute mark, with Tiffany in the bathtub.

She is tasked with doing an ad for Zirdana's tourism.

She is made to stand topless in front of Zirdana's evil president.

The president falls in love with Tiffany.

She is a surprisingly plucky, intelligent character, who is able to fend off his advances with her mind.

She is also effortlessly sexy, and doesn't mind appearing in a state of undress.

Tiffany is summoned to a photographer's studio, and the actor who plays the photographer is someone I recognize from other movies, though I'm not sure which ones. Is he one of the Hammer actors?

The photographer takes Tiffany's photo, but really he just wants to interrogate her about her work with the president. He's "Zirdanian" and wants to kill the dictator.

The photographer is actually a member of Zirdana's deposed monarchy.

Tiffany Jones provides not one, but two bathtub scenes.

In another scene, Tiffany is strapped to a gurney by a group of terrorist chefs. She is in her lingerie, until one of the chefs cut her bra off, while discussing different culinary methods of torture.

The beautiful Tiffany displays her talents again when she is able to convince a chef to swap places with her, and claim she has run off.

Tiffany then joins forces with the chefs, to help them overthrow the President.

While sneaking around, Tiffany encounters two middle aged American diplomat types, who apparently don't mind sharing a room, or appearing naked in front of each other. Luckily, Walker has the intelligence to know we don't want to see nudity from these senior citizens, and doesn't show any. Tiffany does give us a shower scene, though.

There follows a delightful scene in which the President eats lunch outdoors with many beautiful models, all of whom disrobe.

The "conclusion", or at least the final scenes, become pretty muddled. I guess Walker tried to tie up the nonsensical plot, but I admit I stopped paying attention for the first time during the last bits.

But, you know what? I still recommend "Tales of Tiffany Jones". It is exactly what we love Pete Walker for: he knew he wasn't making great art, or even legitimately good movies. He was just trying to have fun. And he invited the viewer to join him.

That silliness, sauciness and innocent charm you find in 1930s screwball comedies is lovingly evoked in this entertaining low-budget but well made spy parody. Despite what some have said, this is NOT a smutty British 'sex comedy'.

I can see why mistakenly it might have been grouped in with those dreadful sex-comedies because, well it is a comedy and there is nudity in it but it's nothing like those tacky, humourless, sexist and generally unpleasant pictures which were popular for a while. This is a proper story with believable and likeable characters which you can really engage with. There's not even any swearing and certainly no sex.

What makes this a good watch is how quickly you'll engage - how easy it is to relate to the characters and situations. The low budget feel actually adds a degree of realism which coupled with good writing results in an enjoyable romp in the nostalgic world of our youth. If you're familiar with those 1930s comedies you'll recognise all the characteristic tropes: mistaken identity, increasing absurdity and a sexy leading lady. Also like America in the 1930s, England in the seventies had a certain shabbiness about it which this film really captures. It was however a shabbiness filled with hope and optimism - again a feeling this picture effortlessly puts across.

Anouska Hempel is perfect in this role: she's pretty but nothing out of the ordinary so is 100% believable as the sexy girl next door. A well-written, well-acted character you can believe in like Tiffany gives a film with a silly story like this the necessary anchor in reality. It's undeniable that there is gratuitous nudity in this but also it's not completely gratuitous. We've all met people like Tiffany Jones who aren't too bothered about being fully clothed inside her own house. There's nothing dirty or salacious in this film's nudity: it's just reinforcing Tiffany's casual approach to life. It's a far cry from those horrid 'sex comedies' where there's just a lifeless parade of nameless, cartoon-like bare boobs.

Lastly, you might recognise the name of the writer: Alfred Shaughnessy. He was writing UPSTAIRS DOWNSTAIRS at the same time he was writing this!