This film must have been shot before the mini-skirt really appeared but released after and hence the use of the title because as far as I'm concerned, these slightly above the knee numbers with stockings and suspenders were not strictly mini-skirts. And if that were the only problem with the film maybe this would get a slightly higher score. A young man (played by someone approaching 30!) who is on the simple side, innocently photographs his mother with her lover, father gets to see the photos and in a struggle with his missus gets stabbed to death. Mummy goes off to a mental institution and Daddy's sister comes to look after the helpless 30 year old. They hit it off real well (over 5 years!) culminating in a threesome with a travelling saleswoman auntie has befriended. Mum returns, reluctantly allows her son to continue with her late husband's sister and pulls a milkman for a roll on the kitchen floor, which the son films as the credits roll. If any of this had been done with any panache it might have been something but it was not and so it isn't.

I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall when this picture was being written. (And the word "written" is generous.) The first time I watched this, I could do little more than gape at the screen. It appeared to be some kind of twisted joke, as though the filmmakers were simply seeing what levels of ridiculousness they could get away with. The ineptitude involved in this film makes it a camp jewel, to be sure, but viewed as a film project that people had to write and produce, and edit, and plan...you have to wonder exactly what these people were thinking. Obviously, this is a stew of elements which, at the time, were expected to make a good (okay, adequate) exploitation film. The problem comes in that the way these things were added to the storyline are almost completely incongruous. If you want a better explanation for the word "gratuitous," you'll have to go a long way.There's no point in discussing the plot, the actors, the directing, or any other element of this...thing. There's no way to put it into words. I highly recommend this film simply as a unique viewing experience. You have been warned.

This black and white bizarro film rates a solid three stars on the sleazeometer. Meaning that when you happen to be in a sick mood for perverted kicks from watching softcore sex shenanigans, this is one of the more interesting and satisfying of its kind. The twisted delights herein include a teenage son walking in while his hot mom is screwing around with another guy behind his dad's back, while pop has been busy himself breaking those sacred vows by engaging in some inter-racial adultery at a nearby motel. When mom loses her marbles, knocks off dad, and gets a long vacation at the booby hatch, the kid's sex-crazed Aunt Janet moves in to take care of him, and it isn't very long before incest becomes the order of the day when she finds it increasingly impossible to keep her hands off her young nephew. As an added bonus, this film will give you a new appreciation for the Avon Lady calling! *** out of ****

This is a very odd movie. It's one of those '60s sexploitation films where the sole purpose is to show people in various stages of undress. The "plot" is almost non-existent. It roughly concerns a married couple and their grown-up son. The young man takes photos of his mother having sex with some guy. The simple-minded son decides it would be harmless to show the pictures to his father. Not a good idea. The dad flips out and the mom stabs him to death. She is then committed to a mental institution. Billy (the young man) now has nobody to look after him so he is appointed a guardian. Who? His mother's sister. Well, Billy and his aunt get a lot closer than they really should. All in all, "Mini-skirt Love" is very trashy and it's not worth spending any time or money on to watch. It is a poor film by any standard.