To Be Twenty

There are two reasons to love this flick, well three reasons. Gloria Guida and Lili Carati, plus the big dude who's 'spose to be a spiritual adviser, who's commune is really a front for prostitution and crime. Very much a Steven Seagal lookalike, he provides most of the humour, through his lies and cool front, we almost think the film will take a dangerous turn. You really can't take this disjointed movie seriously even though it's spose to be. Gloria Guida is bloody sexy, and Lil Carati pack some nice goodies. They really love sex, and I love watching them have it. At the start, both are hitching a ride, where they soon wind up at the commune, where we're witness to some quite weird going ons. Carati really has nice, you know, and seems to be the better actress out of the two. Though we're not watching this adult flick (also known as To Be Twenty) for acting ability. An old geezer pharmacist, who needs the girls to show him he's a man again, is the best performer. The girls scarcely get by on stealing stuff, like sandwiches, while also using their beauty. Guida is offered a big proposal by a lesbian talk show host or something, after the commune is raided. If wanting to be serious, this movie has surely misfired on that factor. The more vivacious Carati, and friend, don't mind making out in front of a kneeling Buddhist like figure, face painted like a clown, wearing a forlorn expression that suggests a bad fate, awaits them. The beating track at the film's opening is mesmerizing. A bird watching pic is the purpose, this film mostly serves, thanks to our honeys, Guida, mainly.

I have seen a shortened cut of "Avere Vent'Anni" but now I've watched the full-length version twice and there's a lot more to this film than some people seem to think. Fun is poked at bourgeois society, at self-important males doing jobs they think are important (store detectives, police inspectors), at a rich lesbian, at transcendental meditation, in short at many facets of seventies' life in Italy. Even the two female leads come in for their share. The ending can be seen as having nothing to do with the story, but I think there's more to it: while the girls just flit through life taking nothing seriously except having a good time, lurking at almost every corner is the reality of corrupt policemen and unscrupulous gangsters - the nasty side of the real world ... and in the end that will be their downfall.

This movie is available in two versions. The English-language version is a badly-dubbed, waste-of-time sex comedy (not unlike a lot of the films co-lead Gloria Guida was starring in at the time). The Italian version is similarly light-hearted for much of its running time, but it does make some serious commentary on police corruption, the confused politics and ultimate hollowness of the 70's era counterculture, and the reactionary nature of male-dominated rural Italy. The ending is unforgettably brutal, inspired no doubt by films like "Last House on the Left" or "Late Night Trains". Like those films it was quite controversial, and really for the same ironic reason--because you really come to like the two lead characters and care what happens to them. This is no mean feat as Gloria Guida had no real acting talent beyond looking (really) good naked and the other lead, porno-starlet-to-be Lili Carati, was, if anything, even less talented.

The plot of the movie is rather loose and picaresque. It follows these two "beautiful and p***ed-off" girls as they hitchhike, shoplift, crash at a commune, dabble in prostitution, sell encyclopedias to lecherous university professors, get rousted by the police, and finally meet a tragic end at a roadhouse. Along the way the way they more than fulfill the sexploitation skin quotient and frequently throw themselves at various men who hilariously rebuff them (although despite the famed sexual aggressiveness of Italian men, it is not impossible to believe that they might react this way if the tables were suddenly turned on them). It is this free-spirited sexual aggressiveness that proves to be downfall of the two girls, but this movie is ultimately more touching and tragic than cautionary and moralistic--traditional, male-dominated Italian society certainly doesn't come off to well here.

The two versions have different discoesque musical arrangements that the characters do sexy, impromptu dances to--the Italian one is kind of catchy but the English-language is about as enjoyable as a barium enema. I would't bother with the English-language version, but the Italian version is definitely a worthwhile little movie.

Hippie-exploitation movies aren't my cup of tea, but I honestly thought this was worth an exception based on the names involved. Fernando Di Leo is the writer/director of some of the most brutally violent and uncompromising Poliziotesschi movies, Ray Lovelock starred in many classics in that same sub-genre, and Gloria Guida and Lilli Carati, well... they're both just incredibly hot. Alas, though, even in this film all the annoying trademarks of hippie flicks are inevitable. I'm referring to a senseless plot, passive lead characters, unbelievable dumb weirdos in the supportive cast, copious amounts of pointless dancing footage, and a lot of hinting at sex-sequences that never come.

Beautiful brunette Tina and her even more beautiful blond friend Lia are - to put it in their own words - young, hot, and very angry with the world. They travel to Rome, where they join a sort of commune and get in all sorts of trouble. That's pretty much the only synopsis I can give. There's one very enjoyable sequence, namely when the brunette goes out to sell encyclopedias (yes, really!) and drives a university professor insane by making him believe she gets aroused from hearing the word "culture". Everything else is beyond pathetic, like a roommate dressed up as a meditating Pierrot (Leopoldo Mastelloni), and another lunatic who's dressed like "Where's Waldo?" (Vincenzo Crocciti).

"To Be Twenty" is somewhat notorious for featuring an extremely sick and misogynistic climax that totally doesn't fit the overall tone of the film. True, it's very sick, but it doesn't make the film any better or more interesting whatsoever. I also don't understand what Di Leo meant to say with this climax. Does he feel the girls get what they deserve? Is the moral of the story that women are the weaker sex? Or maybe simply that it's too dangerous for women to be traveling alone? All three options are loathsome, in fact.

Some time in the mid-70s, out-of-luck director Fernando di Leo had a million dollar idea: Why not do a remake of one of the top grossing blockbusters of 1969, with a slightly altered tagline: "Two chicks went looking for Italia and couldn't find it anywhere." And since those chicks would hitchhike across the country to join a hippie community, they didn't even need those pricey motorbikes! The Captain America role went to Euro teen star blonde Gloria Guida, the Billy part to the lesser-known Lilli Carati, a downright stunning brunette literally acting out every single word of her dialogue: „I'm young, hot, and p*ssed off. Does anybody here f*ck?" A radically pessimistic statement from the bleak opening beach scene to the unforeseeable (and utterly disgusting) climax, Avere vent'anni bites off more than di Leo could chew: His counterculture swan song about two female libertines who inescapably will go to the dogs never finds a rhythm, a loose, sloppy concoction of scenes that don't blend, a programmatic reading from Valerie Solanas's SCUM manifesto („A pip-squeak with dysfunctional femininity that despises women: That is man.") remaining fairly more than a nod to the feminist zeitgeist in Fernando's T&A exploitation circus. Two stars for the boisterous performance of the lead actresses, reciprocating between vulnerability, sexual aggression, and pure, breathless joie de vivre, especially in the dance scene on the piazza; another one for Ray Lovelock's fine interpretation of a disenchanted druggie, and one and a half for the super catchy theme song. Ah, and as for Signorina Carati: Eat your heart out, Dennis Hopper.