I'm one of those "Dangerous Babes" mooks, and I was holding this title back as more of a treat than most of the others, but when I settled in for that YELLOW HAIR AND THE FORTRESS OF GOLD thing, I was so aghast at the sight of that sorry effort, I decided I was gonna watch something worthwhile after all. And this one sat there conveniently at the ready on the disk. With no fanfare, proceeded, grumpy mood. Well, quickly saw it doesn't disappoint. I'd never heard about these movies before (save one, my reason for purchase) and I am just relieved that they're not all a buncha tripe. Look, I don't mind (that much) about dated movies and low production values and yammering scripts BUT DO GIVE ME DECENT PEOPLE ON-SCREEN and this one has it. Chestnut mare Susan Romen is way way way up there as a modern-day looking girl in a movie that is now almost fifty years old, so that says a lot. Of course it's dated material (the hippie bit, and look at the hairstyle of Mary Mary), but it looks good and Susan is just great! It's a small movie, but far more likable than so many of the junk in the rest of the "Dangerous Babes" set. I would agree with the complaint that the drug use is overly long, shee-ite, sure looks like a how-to guide for beginners. But if you like pretty actresses the way I do, then there's a whole lot of watching for you here.Of course, the story is trite. What obviously happened in real life is totally noteworthy, though. Old Uncle George wrote a script he knew he was gonna direct. He cast himself in the lead role, and arranged himself an adventure. Moto cross motorcycles, a plane, a boat on the high sea, and, a-ha, wait for it, but of course, yes, being in bed with a young, lissome, nubile, perfectly-formed, long-legged, long-haired, utterly naked girl.Do I blame the old guy?No. Of course not. Oh, I understand. Of course I do.And it's really all kinda sweet. There's not one vaguely-disgusting thing in it, though the prudes would no doubt insist to disagree.One bad thing though. And it's very sad. Susan Romen didn't become a star. She seems to have gone into hiding. To this day. Well, it was the Early Seventies, whatcha expect? Today, in something like this (just better made), she'd have been a star. Back then, it was scandalous. And a scandal back then was more like tar-and- feather time, well, exaggerating (though not completely), but you get my drift.If the movie deserves a bad rep, it shouldn't be for the sex scenes, but for the haphazard filming as it rushes along, the further it goes, meandering about with dirt bikes, and the hopelessly inept wooden acting by the old guy himself (just hanging on for the hot chick) and that main baddie who comes across as a bit of a tortoise playing the part of a sea-lion.As for Annik Borel, another reviewer is excited about her, and, yeah, cute, with long, long legs, but so absolutely disconcertingly cold and stern-eyed in that sex scene, she is obviously more suited for print modeling.But I can tell you, it's one helluva lot better than YELLOW HAIR AND THE FORTRESS OF GOLD. And guys would crawl over searing tarmac strewn with broken glass to be with Susan Romen as their very own Candy.

Weekend With the Babysitter : George E. Carrey stars as Jim, a well-off B-movie director who falls for his kids' babysitter. It's not hard to understand the attraction: his wife, a washed up actress-turned-junkie, is pretty damn irritating. Plus, the babysitter gives him some tips on the ridiculous script he's working on--a motorcycle gang/hippie movie. Trouble mounts while the director and babysitter are exploring free-wheeling good times (under the guise of doing movie research) when Jim's wife gets in too deep with some drug dealers by offering up her husband's fancy boat to complete a drug deal in exchange for another fix. What's funny about this film is that its predecessor, The Babysitter (1969), also stars George E. Carrey in what amounts to the same part. In this one, George E. Carrey is credited as co-writer of the film's plot. Funnier still is the babysitter, played here by Susan Romen, is named Candy, which is the namesake of the earlier film's babysitter as well, as depicted by Patricia Wymer. The most "meta" connection between the two is that, when Candy review's Jim's new script, she criticizes the dialogue, noting that "people don't talk this way." For all we know, she could have been reading the script of the earlier Babysitter film--although it's amusing to note that the Candys in both films enjoy saying "Ciao, baby!" This one is mostly entertaining, although the 1969 film is better by a thin margin.

Weekend with the Babysitter (1971) * (out of 4) A hot shot director (George E. Carey) has a fight with his wife who then runs away with their young son. The babysitter Candy (Susan Romen) ends up coming over and gets offended by a screenplay he's about to do. To set him straight, the babysitter takes the director to hang out with her hippie friends and later the two have sex. While all of this is going on the wife has been kidnapped by her drug dealer. Yeah. As you can tell, part of this film plays out like a remake of the 1969 film The Babysitter as this features the same production company, director, actor and even the babysitter's name is the same. While that film worked this one here is a complete and utter disaster, which has perhaps one good scenes but the rest of the movie should be thrown in the toilet, although I'm sure even the toilet would try to spit it out. We basically get the exact same story as the previous film but this time out for some reason they tried to deliver an action movie, which is just downright stupid. This was obviously shot on a low budget so all the action scenes look incredibly bad and they really don't make any sense. The mean drug dealers are all fools and you hate the wife so much you really don't care what happens to her. The one decent scene is when the hippies are trying to explain to the old man how to smoke grass. His reactions to what he's being told is pretty priceless. Stone is a tad bit better here than he was in the 1969 film but that's still not saying too much. The biggest problem is with Romen who just doesn't work as Candy. She doesn't have any of the charm that the other film had and she just comes off rather bland.

How could the previous reviewer not mention motorcycles, ocean cruising, flying, ski chalet fireplace, and so much more? And where else can you find Mona waiting for her husband to back the car out of the garage? Where did Mikey go? I missed that part. "Weekend..." reminded me of one of those low-budget Bigfoot movies. It certainly had it's dark moments, though. I give it an 8 for pushing the envelope.