Wednesday, November 18, 2020

Coming West (J.S. Scott, 1971)

Coming West feels like a softcore film that's reluctant to showcase hardcore sex although the director, Steve Scott (working under a different name here), would go on to direct straight and gay hardcore porn. The lovemaking is pretty chaste overall so that the relatively brief meat and money shots startle. In short, it's very much a film of 1971, one year before Deep Throat.  

Three contemporary gals drive a convertible to vacation in Laramie. One gal, Kate (Maria Arnold), daydreams of the Old West where the trio are prostitutes. She wanders off and runs into former lover Matt (sexy George Peters) which triggers a reminiscence of their past together. So this scene is a flashback within a dream sequence! A hunky Native American approaches the other two and moments later, he is lying motionless on the ground. We are left to deduce that Matt, who has returned with Kate, has rendered him unconscious to protect the ladies. An orgy ensues and the somehow-reanimated Native American joins in (?). Kate awakes from her dream and as she tells the other two about it, we see two Matt and the Native American hitchhiking together.

At 53 minutes, Coming Together goes down easy especially with the help of a dippy folk song that sounds like a duet between a bargain-basement Leonard Cohen and Buffy Sainte-Marie. But it does feel rather inconsequential. As with a lot of pornography, this would be best caught on the sly, peripherally experiencing it at the local adult theatre of your mind rather than taking it all in at once.

Grade: B

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