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Bigshot Mr Big sends out three of his accomplices, Frank (Jamie
Gillis), Kirby (George Payne) and Vicky, out to rob a jeweller. He has
worked out a perfect plan of how to go through with this, and yet his
associates manage to bungle it up, kill a guy, rape a girl, and they
arrive back home with three hostages but no jewels. Vicky then proceeds to
torture the two girls (well, mainly she threatens them with garden
clippers), while Mr Big's moll takes care of the male hostage, Tod
(Jeffrey Hurst). Thing is, Mr Big's moll is not an evil person, quite the
contrary, she has sex with Tod (though truth to be told, she has had sex
with pretty much everyone in Mr Big's gang including Vicky as well), then
gets Tod a gun so he can escape, and she frees the two other hostages. In
the finale, Tod shoots Frank and Kirby, the rape victim from earlier on
stabs Vicky with her own garden clippers, and Mr Big's moll chases Mr Big
in a car and finally runs him over. The end. Saturday
Night Special is a bit of a weird piece of hardcore porn: It's very
rough in topic and approach, and yet it was originally entirely shot
softcore, with obvious body doubles performing the penetration scenes in
unappealing close-up shots. Now that wouldn't be too extraordinary for
1970's sex cinema, but the thing is that the sex scenes are all shot in a
less than erotic way (though the girls are all pretty hot), and once the
close-ups of genitalia set in, the scenes totally lose themselves in their
mechanics anyways. The film only comes into its own in the rape scene,
actually, when the camera moves in on the victim just too close for
comfort, Jamie Gillis as the rapist looks his most violent and sleaziest,
and the music is comprised of a cacophony of human screams - a scene just
as disturbing as it's supposed to be. However, the rest of the film never
even comes close to duplicating the intensity of this sequence, and the
non-sex scenes are actually especially purely executed. In all, a film
of definite historic interest for all conoisseurs of 1970's sleaze, but
apart from the traumatic rape scene, there's not too much to keep up that
interest ...
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