Sex with the Stars

SEX WITH THE STARS is a grubby little sex comedy made in the dying days of the genre in Britain. It was the last film scripted by screenwriter Tudor Gates, best known for his VAMPIRE LOVERS trilogy made with Hammer, which was undoubtedly the high point of his career whereas this is very much the low point. The first half hour, which sets up the astrology and journalism plot, isn't too bad, but at this point the narrative breaks down and we're presented with one unappealing sexual encounter after another. The film is saddled with one of those geeky, poorly styled heroes, the women are all impossibly beautiful but limited in terms of acting, and the whole thing just grates and drags from one set-piece to the next, the astrology stuff never really gelling with the sexploitation material.

Typically witless sex comedy. Plot? A magazine astrologer is put under pressure by his vulgar American publisher to bed women of each different star sign in order to spice up his flagging column. Fill in the blanks.

another british sex comedy that fails to deliver, its only saving grace being topless model susie sylvie. the acting is atrocious and jokes just fall flat.

Apparently the UK writers don't like this movie. I do, and did when I saw it on cable some 20 years ago. I wish a good copy would turn up on DVD. Maybe it wouldn't be so great now, but, I suspect that it would. Maybe it was my single status at the time that made it better. Wishing that I had such a "tough" assignment as this guy. It was meant to be a fun picture, and I think it was. As it's been noted, there no silicone specials here, just natural talent. I think that that helps a lot. Too many of the American made movie of this ilk wind up with a bunch of plastic bimbos bouncing around thinking that their enhanced assets are the sexiest things in the world, NOT. Certainly not a Masterpiece Theater production, but, if you try to appreciate the movie what for it's meant to be, a sex romp/comedy, then you should be able to enjoy it. If not, then tune into Masterpiece Theater.

This film has shaped so many parts of my life, that I can't imagine anyone fielding negative comments about it. From the haunting melody of Pierre Bachelet's Emmanuelle-esque opening and end-credit song, to the splendidly delicious natural (un-enhanced) content, this film is eternally memorable. No advanced special-effects trickery here. (or surgical for that matter.) - just kismet. Not a day goes by where I don't revisit the imagery and happily hum or whistle that tune - and that's saying something, as I haven't viewed this film in over 20 years. Doesn't anyone appreciate a straightforward, trend-topical European astro-sexual romp anymore? The bath tub? The Rolls limo in the parking garage? The entire Zodiac? The Boss' wife??? - I guess you had to be there. And was that a Smith Galaxis he was typing on? I can understand the waning public opinion of Astrological veracity in the late 70's turning the subject matter into fodder for satire by physical production of this film, but the blend, tone and stamina of audio and visual impressions left by this piece mark it, in my mind, truly timeless. Movies are not merely meant to be viewed as pictures that move, but as pictures that move the viewer. .and so it goes for Sex With the Stars. MB