One day, Marianne Faithfull, bored with both her husband (Robert Mutton) & her life in France,
puts on her leather jumpsuit, jumsp onto her motorbike, & off she is
on her way to her lover Alain Delon, living in Germany. On her way, she
recalls the story of their affair, from their first meeting, their first
sex, him teaching her to ride a motorbike (all while she is already
engaged with Mutton), to him giving her a motorbike as a wedding gift so
she can visit him for further sexual encounters. In between ercalling
the story, Faithfull has erotic fantasies of her own, thus posing the
question how much of the story as she imagines it is actually real.
Faithfull never reaches Delon though, for just a few kilometres away
from his home (in Heidelberg), already trembling with expectation, she
dies in a crash ...
Neat and sometimes trippy film that's clearly a brainchild of the
60's, relying heavily on concepts like free love & the liberated
few vs. the square masses, ideologies of yesteryear that just
couldn't make it into a movie nowadays anymore - which is qzuite a
shame, actually. And, leatherclad Marriane Faithfull on a motorbike sure
is a sight for sore eyes.