British director Norman J. Warren’s second sex film, Loving Feeling (1968), is proof that not all British sex films were made from the Carry On.. school of innuendo and tongue in cheek. Warren’s second feature is more of a relationship melodrama, with added stockings, suspenders and tits to boot.
Stevee Day is a popular DJ in London who can’t decide whether to stay with his wife or his girlfriend. Wife Suzanne (played by Georgina Ward, star of later Brit sex film Sex Clinic) has left him for his best friend Scott which leaves Stevee with younger girlfriend Carol. Not that Stevee loves Carol all that much either, sleeping with her flatmate and starting another fling with a French model (Francoise Pascal). The best thing about it all is that all the women know about each other and don’t seem to be too fussed about any moral consequences. Why would they? It’s the swinging sixties! To top it all off, Suzanne and Stevee are still in love with each other and think they could possibly give it another go…
Well, any sane person could tell Suzanne that a leopard never changes its spots (honey, I’ve been there, I know) so the ending of the film is pretty predictable from the onset. That said Loving Feeling isn’t a bad film, in fact it’s nice to see a sex film from the 1960s that shows a fairly realistic view of the sexual revolution. Whilst it’s all fun and games being able to have your cake and eat plenty of it, it doesn’t always make you happy in the end. So despite Stevee being really ‘torn up’ about his feelings between Suzanne and Carol (shown brilliantly in a dream sequence which has him roll from one side of the bed to each woman repeatedly) and trying to make each of them his number one, at the end of the film he’s left all on his lonesome.
It was after this feature that Warren went on to direct a series of British horror films (Satan’s Slave (1976), Prey (1977), Terror (1978) and Inseminoid in 1981) in which his directing feels more comfortable. That said, Warren was hired by producer Bachoo Sen to direct Loving Feeling which makes you wonder how much creative input he had in the film, if any at all. If, like me, you’re a fan of 60s softcore nonsense, Warren or retro interiors and wish you could have been a part of that decade than I’d certainly give Loving Feeling a shot. If you’re not, I’d move straight on to Warren’s horror films instead.