Ever wish that you could hang out with a couple of high school grad mongoloids during the summer of 1973 in a van on a road trip packed with sex and trouble?
Yeah, me neither.
At least Blue Summer is short, not even eighty minutes long. The clumsy comedy, the rambling softcore sex scenes and the bad soft-rock that wafts from the 8-track deck will all be over soon. Don’t worry. This film is so short that I’d bet $5 that director Chuck Vincent shot an alternate version with hardcore inserts. They’re the top missing ingredient in this near-plotless blend of sun-licked flesh, swaying boobs, thrusting butts and total nonsense. Vincent, after all, went on to a busy career that balanced true blue pornography with R-rated genre flicks. Likewise, most of the cast here either came from porn or were going into it.
The best reason to see this film today is as a time-capsule piece. It’s a low-budget world, not shined-up or slicked over, and full of snapshots of free love and hitchiking. Some of the clothes are pretty classic, too, though nobody keeps them on for very long.