Miss Laid Lovers
“This sure has been a romantic cruise, huh,” murmurs RIC LUTZE before he bursts out laughing. You will too, when you watch Miss Laid Lovers, an almost undecipherable potpourri of sex, suspense, mystery, sex, deception, and of course, sex. Watch a wonderful romantic cruise become a weird mystery cruise. The mystery: What’s going on here and why? “It’s not your job to understand why, d’you understand that?” growls the apparent ringleader of whatever it is that’s going on here. This should have been called “Mislaid Plot,” but who’s complaining? Not the Deviate, because the gals here are un-fucking-believable. Indeed, a cute and luscious JENNIFER WEST, who drops in at “Anthony’s Party” late in the flick, only takes fourth prize here, behind three of the most angelic blondes this side of Heaven. They are the saving grace of this mad, mad ’70s saturnalia, which also includes RICK CASSIDY as a priapic boatswain who plays a sea chantey on his mizzen dick in the stem of a playmate’s fo’c’sle. A sure-fire conversation piece for anyone’s collection!