- X 2019
Confessions of a Pop Performer
Greg Smith, Michael Klinger (executive) for Columbia
directed by Norman Cohen
starring Robin Askwith, Anthony Booth, Jill Gascoigne, Rob Todd, Carol Hawkins, Bill Maynard, Doris Hare, Sheila White, Lin Harris, Peter Jones, Peter Cleall, Richard Warwick, David Auker, Maynard Williams, Mike King, Diane Langton, Linda Regan, Robert Dorning, Margaret Heald, Ian Lavender, Irene Gorst, Andee Cromarty, Rita Webb, Anita Kay, Bill Pertwee, David Hamilton, Maggie Wright, Susan St.Clair, Vicki Woolf, Rula Lenska
screenplay by Christopher Wood, based on Confessions from the Pop Scene by Timothy Lea (= Christopher Wood)
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Timothy (Robin Askwith) and his brother-in-law Sid (Anthony Booth) have
the crazy idea of signing and trying to promote a rock band, Kipper (Peter
King), and even though he is a total klutz in every respect,
Timothy is to do some public relations, which lands him in the beds of Mrs
Bramwell (Jill Gascoigne), wife of a promoter (Bob Todd), music journalist Jill
Brown (Carol Hawkins), a sexy saleswoman at a record store, a groupie who
thinks he is Mick Jagger, and he almost has sex in front of a large audience
at tv presenter Maxy Naus (Peter Jones) party ... plus Timothy gets a job as
drummer of Kipper.
In the end, Kipper is to play at a benefiz concert in
front of (among others) the royals, and Timothy almost misses the concert
when he gets lost in the airvents, then has sex with a circus-performer, and in the end has to wear woman's cloths just to make it on stage ...
you know it, Kipper is a smash hit, but unfortunately Timothy botches up the
grand exit, and somehow it all ends in what looks like a big orgy, on stage,
in front of the royals (among others).
Be that as may, Kipper become a
pop-sensation nevertheless - onlky without Timothy or his brother-in-law Sid.
in the four-part Confessions ...-series (the others are Confessions
of a Window Cleaner, Confessions of a Driving-Instructor, Confessions
from a Holiday Camp), which were all rather less refined erotic comedies that were
actually neither particularly sexy nor particularly funny, with Robin Askwith's
slightly archaic charm being for acquired tastes - at least from today's point
Nothing great for sure, but perfectly watchable
primarly as a slightly meaningless piece of erotic nostalgia.