The Seven Minutes

Based on Irving Wallace's novel about a pornography trial, with much ado around a politically-motivated attempt to link a murder to the supposedly corrupting influence of a book condemned as obscene on its publication thirty years earlier. This is Russ Meyer's dullest film, because it abandons his usually salacious tone to attempt a 'serious' attack on the American version of the Mary Whitehouse brigade. Curious only for its unwitting fag-end-of-the-'60s proof that moralists and pornographers are equally appalled by the prospect of sexual liberation.