Malcontents in a future polyamourous society ruled by master computer watch prohibited 'ancient' films about sexuality in the late 1960s. While the script includes a bit of sly commentary and satire about contemporaneous morality and taboos, 'The Curious Female' is essentially an exploitation flic that features abundant (but limited) nudity and border-line soft-core sex scenes (some of which are quite unpleasant). There are also some silly sight-gags and badly-dated 'comic' stereotypes, but the 'bad trip' scene is effective and the central framing device (the future movie viewers) is amusingly tongue-in-cheek and well-done in a straight-faced way. A number of actresses sufficiently top-heavy to have been candidates for a Russ Meyer opus are on lingering display, including Angelique Pettyjohn, whose ample charms were likely responsible for the discharge of a number of phasers when she appeared as Shahna, the green-haired gladiatrix in the skimpy silver outfit who fought Kirk in the classic 'Star Trek' episode 'The Gamesters of Triskelion' (1968). Apparently rated X when released, the naughty film has not aged well and will likely appeal only to fans of off-beat science-fiction movies (especially anyone who, like me, enjoyed Doris Wishman's classic 'Nude on the Moon'(1961)). Ogled on Tubi.

This is a sorta science fiction film set in some distant future where marriage and love are illegal, but it's implied that everyone screws like an endless orgy. A group of rebels break the law by screening old movies from the time of marriage, love, and 'morals'. We watch a movie within the movie, about the last three virgins on a college campus, who decide they're ready to give it up.

The Curious Female was rated X, but by present-day standards it's not really a porno, and only occasionally even sexy. It's more like How to Stuff a Wild Bikini without the bikini. All the boinking takes place off-screen, because the movie was made in 1969, and released in real movie theaters.

So it's a so-so movie with tits, but what surprised me is, it's a movie. It's not a *good* movie, but it holds up better than Gidget or any number of other films of its time. It's only slightly sexist, not racist at all, and subtly portrays an omnisexual 'LGBTQ is AOK' future. It handles some serious matters far too fleetingly - the lecherous uncle, the honeymoon disappointment - but such elements are not played for laughs. There's a plot, it's directed, and all three of the virgins are portrayed with actual acting, something you no longer see in X-rated movies.

Verdict: MAYBE.

Ribald exploitation with a bodacious bevvy of nubile sci-fi starlets, all doing what nubile starlets do best: removing all their fab gear at the soonest opportunity, and, then, like, get it on to the super-fuzz, way-out beat sounds of Herr Stu Philips. While 'The Curious Female' isn't on par with the work of Radley Metzger it is still hugely entertaining, and genuinely funny to boot!

Set in a not-so Orwellian future, the island of future Los Angeles is ruled by the omnipotent 'Master Computer' (little more than a sonorous baritone voice), and all the decadent youth must abstain from the dreadful calamity of monogamy; and it is expressly forbidden to watch stag reels from the early 20th century. Basically, one is encouraged to live a polymorphously perverse life, but should you cue up a Russ Meyer- type flick, 'Master Computer' blows a despotic diode and slams said errant voyeur into the clink. 'The Curious Female' is far more 'The Schoolgirl Report' than, say, 'Silent Running', so hardcore SF addicts would best look elsewhere (Theodore Sturgeon this 'aint!) but fans of far-out slap and tickle will find much to enjoy in Paul Rapp's effortlessly groovy 'The Curious Female'.

I did enjoy seeing the nightclub Lothario do his oily schtick on one of the reluctant 'virgins', as he was also clearly the voice for 'Master Computer'. There was an equally amusing sequence in a day-glo hippie 'joint' whereby another of the film's 'virgins' was accosted by two idiotic, octogenarian bikers, and is then rescued by the most unconvincing martial artist since an especially irksome clutch of turtles took up Tai Chi. Apparently she was simply 'looking for trouble'? Obviously this fellow was a seer, with a far more acute sense of perception than mere mortal man; as the girl in question was simply sitting in a bar huffing on a desultory fag! So, naturally, this being the late, and oh-so permissive 60's, said lunkhead demanded the brutal sex from her that she so clearly craved, and gave her one beneath an epic, psychedelic light show worthy of 'Holy Mountain'.

While this rather incongruous blend of clumsy SF and bawdy comedy is not exactly a masterpiece of erotica, it works brilliantly as a giddy microcosm of super-contrived 1960's grooviness! and it would make a suitable pairing with the likes of 'Valley of The Dolls', or 'Barberella' etc.