Let's continue on down the holiday road(that wasn't a Lindsey Buckingham reference,I swear)with a succulent slice of Swedish sexploitation called Sängkamrater from Finnish genre director Gustav(Exponerad)Wiklund.Not much sense is to be made of what's going on on the big screen here,but it's all relative when you've got Christina Lindberg nude in front of the lens.I'll...cough,cough...try to be objective here for once,but I'm not making any promises.I'm not sure if this was meant to be a comedy or a drama,but half-nude kick lines,horse stable rear entry,and housekeeping in the buff certainly have comedic elements in my book.The foggy,vague non-linear story goes something like this:
ABBA tickets sold out?That explains your collective Swedish sourpusses.
Some guy who drives a taxi for a living runs into his pop,on the piss-up,at a horse race. The two men go back to the son's apartment,where his girlfriend is naturally wandering around bare-assed.In a turn that would make Alan Alda cringe,the drunken dad attacks her. Further on, the young taxi driver and his squeeze go to a swank get-together of well-to-do's,where he humps some random blonde bimbette in a back room.He never worried about bringing sammitches to a picnic,methinks.Meanwhile his girlfriend ends up bumping into her younger sister,who's happy go lucky but brutally blecchh in the grillpiece,and happens to be starring in an arthouse film that happens to be being screened at that very same party.Imagine that. A twisted birthday party/family reunion ensues after which the older sister/girlfriend takes off for Copenhagen,whilst her junior wrongly pursues a career in nude modelling/open sex with her jaw-droppingly gorgeous friend,Eva (Christina Lindberg).
The polyester blazer,the hairdo,the mutton chops,the turtleneck...this flick has it ALL.
The younger chick also tries vainly to put the moves on her sister's old man,the unfaithful taxi driver,but he couldn't be bothered,preferring the charms of Eva, putting the blocks to her on the couch while her own oblivious/apathetic bee-eff is passed the fuck out mere feet away. We then learn that Eva in something of an abusive relationship herself,taking the manroot from behind in a horse stable and inexplicably being forced to do her household chores sans gear.This doesn't stop her from acing a nude photo shoot,and looking as cute as a friggin button the whole time. Then there's also a consignment of hard drugs stowed away in a fur coat which eventually ties in with the three heroines doing a nude/semi-nude can-can dance a la Salo'.It doesn't get any clearer from here,but then...who cares,really?Were you really expecting Citizen Kane going into this?
Oh yeah,she's in this flick too.
If your taste in women is anything like mine,you'll enjoy this 102 minute diversion from the diabolical daily drudgery of life for the obvious reason.As usual,Lindberg is the main(and really only)draw here,but dio motarello! She's one beautiful piece of cinematic scenery.The convoluted story reeks of chauvenism/misogyny and harsh role playing,which may or may not have been par for the course in Sweden's open sexual society in the seventies,and most of the key players aren't memorable or even attractive enough to merit much attention from me.But...Christina looks fantastic here,and turns in a wonderfully nude performance as always.Throwing objectivity to the ground,kicking it in the mush with size 13 steelcapped boots until rendered comatose,I give Wide Open:
Rub a dub dub,three Swedes in a tub.
