Confessions of a Freudian Psychologist... Intimate Games (1976)

Heather Deeley

Those seventies Brits and their comedies of sex… they rarely manage to sustain the funny whilst being too slapstick for anything other than the mildly sensational: erotica isn’t naturally hilarious especially when it’s smothered in carry on capers and clinging on to a flimsy premise for dear life.

However, it is not so simple and like others in this genre, it would be unfair to dismiss Intimate Games too readily.

True the story is a little slack… a group of psychology students are encouraged by their tutor to spend their summer term researching sexual fantasies; their own and others around them… to find the hidden life of the everyday – the stories we tell ourselves to keep our pecker up as it were.

OK George, it's your job to hold this all together!

Directed by Tudor Gates, best known for co-scripting Barbarella and a host of period cult horror, the film is most notable for featuring a host of sex-com starlets including future property millionaire Felicity Devonshire, Suzy Mandell, Anna – daughter of Ingmar no less – Bergman, the lovely Heather Deeley, Maria St. Clare (they’re all lovely actually) and a fleeting, uncredited, Mary Millington as a choirgirl (no typecasting…).

Mary Millington in the choir

They are supported by the finest male comic actors available at that time or at least that week… along with Lionel Blair’s sister Joyce.

The students, improbably located in Oxford (they don’t really seem posh enough) are put into pairs by their tutor Professor Gottlieb (the inestimable George Baker) mostly girls and boys except for Marion (Deeley) and Erica (Mandel) – guess what’s going to happen there?

Heather and Suzy

The laddish John (sitcom regular Peter Blake) is nervous of his experienced partner June (Maria St. Clare) who strips off to put him at his ease and take his wandering eyes away from the distraction of her chest: now he doesn’t know where to look… this never happened in Economics!? He’s far too uptight for his own good and not surprisingly as his father is Hugh Lloyd, a man who has unnatural thoughts about pigeons…

Maria St. Clare

Another couple features the sparky Felicity Devonshire as Cathy and a rather reserved young man, Benny (Edward Kalinski) who, unfeasibly, is ashamed of his rather outsized member. Once Cathy discovers his secret, her attempts to bring him out of himself are fired by a new level of enthusiasm. Suzy (Anna Bergman) and the geeky Nick (Chet Townsend) make up the remaining couple and seemingly have no spark… whilst Erica wastes no time in convincing Marion to take a walk on the wild side.

The crew gradually head home for the holidays and John encounters a bored blonde in the back of a Rolls Royce (Lindy Benson) who’s keen on extending more than courtesy to a hitchhiker – although it could easily be another fantasy… hard to tell. More revelations are in store once he gets home where we discover his Dad’s pigeon stroking is a substitute for one of the smoother areas of the female anatomy and the real shocker that his mum is Queenie Watts!

 Hugh and Peter: pigeon fanciers

Joyce Blair turns out to be Erica’s Mum Beryl, a pub cleaning lady who dreams of being a showbiz dancer partnered by dress-suited hunks – typecasting for the Blair family but Joyce looks funny as a cleaner!

Suzy’s Uncle Rodney (the genuinely great Ian Hendry) is far more interested in the pink than the red as he imagines her naked during a game of snooker and mentally undresses his maid Hazel (Normaline) at the same time: it’s all a bit seaside-saucy but, in the cut I saw, there’s little more than posing and Sidney James gurning.

Actual homework...

Almost the only scene involving academic “homework” sees June interviewing a frustrated housewife (Susan Glanville) who quickly turns from frantic close-up dusting to thoughts of being ravaged on the kitchen table… the only thing missing is Jimmy Young on Radio 2 in the background.

The story seems to have forgotten itself and rushes in a few random scenarios just to illustrate its point: Johnny Vyvyan plays a Jockey In a bizarre sequence in a cinema: he ends up riding a generously proportioned lady (Claire Davenport) illustrating perhaps that there’s no right or wrong fantasy, just what works for you…

Uncle Rodney tries to concentrate on his game....

Spoilers: And so the students return to class, a new term to begin. Some have changed and none more so than their professor… has it been a summer of over work or has he just got too close to his subject and his class: he looks around and sees all of the women naked allowing ample opportunity for the audience to assess their assets. He’s tense and nervous; can’t relax and, focusing on Heather Deeley, he cracks and makes a grab. So… enjoy your fantasies but don’t let them get the better of you as even this highly-trained academic did? A mixed message for a film in search of some kind of ending and the chests of all five female leads provided the opportunity to send the fans away happy.

Serious study

Dusty verdict: This can only be a guilty pleasure… a reminder of seventies sexuality and a treat for all those old enough to appreciate an illicit glance at adverts for films starring Heather, Suzy, Felicity and Mary M, but who were far too young to go and see them.

The film pokes fun at the frailty of human desire whilst also being as artful as it can in playing to the watching audience’s tastes.  It’s not just the Professor who is driven to distraction… that’s kind of the whole point. Sexist, exploitative and all the rest, Intimate Games does have the final laugh at its audience’s expense.

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Deeley depraved… Diversions (1976)

Heather Deeley

This is a bloody strange film - a mid-seventies porno devised for the "export" market and ranging wildly in tone and content. The production values are pretty decent and it does feature the lovely Heather Deeley who could so easily have been a mainstream star.

Written and directed by Derek Ford the film is trying to make more of a statement than it’s “cinema club” origins and is a mix of vignettes aimed at disrupting the attention span of the average blue film aficionado with comedy, drama and sexual shock tactics. Is it to be taken seriously? Deeley didn’t think so and disliked its extremes, but it’s an interesting diversion… even if you occasionally have to hide behind the sofa..

Genuine 70's grainy film-stock!

It starts at a railway station as a convicted woman is escorted handcuffed to a WPC and accompanied by another office – Derek Martin (later of The Bill and Eastenders) – there’s a mix of professional actors and, er, the other performers.

Sat in the old-style six seat carriage, Deeley’s character, Imogene, stares blankly out of the train window before casting glances at her fellow travellers: a man reading a Vampirella comic – how promising those always looked on the higher shelves… and a student played by another pro actor, Jeffrey Morgan.

The student offers her an apple and she daydreams them both onto a farm where they play a grown-up version of hide and seek. In her dream he recites an ode to apples comparing them favourable to a woman and even constructing a replica woman from the fruit. It’s daft but creates at least an interesting diversion (see what I did…) from the expected business they are about to get down to.

Sure enough Heather comes down from her hide-away in the loft to kick her lover’s apples away. The two embrace and get down to bruising the bramleys until another, more-fleshy, and badly-lit couple, takes over the close-quarters work. It’s pretty jarring after the film’s carefully established atmospherics and feels totally unnecessary: animalistic and basic at every level and clearly not the two actors. We see enough of Heather D later on to know that this quota-filling bonk-double is not her.

Back to the carriage and Imogene begins another fantasy, less romantic and much darker… At first it seems she merely wants to be in control, arching her back impressively astride her well-heeled lover– the man with the horror mag (Timothy Blackstone). Yes, you can clearly see why Deeley was in so much demand for this kind of work, dimensionally very-pleasing with a lovely face and acting ability to lift her above most contemporaries: she could easily have had a mainstream career?

War torn

Things turn dark as Imogene, bored of her unimaginative partner, fantasizes about being a nurse in a war zone: a dream within a dream in which she is brutalised by enemy soldiers. Waking from this she stabs her man and then proceeds to bath herself in his blood before taking her knife to his still-functioning appendage. It is very shocking indeed and somewhere between art, absurdist humour and your worst nightmare. If anyone is turned on by this display, then not only was the filmmakers’ joke in vain but they probably ought to see someone… and quick.

Her ladyship goes cruising the streets of London for more victims only to encounter a vampire impervious to her golden blade… No doubt more analysis is possible but, she is on a train and she is really bored.

The power of advertising

Next we have a section closer to the Robin Asquith model of mistaken sexual-identity as Deeley moves into a flat previously owned by a sex worker and, after taking a number of nuisance calls from former customers, decides to accept the offer of a good-looking guy who comes calling (Tim Burr).

For once the intercourse is sensitively handled – especially when compared to the first gratuitous insert – and the punch line is genuinely likeable.

Let’s see, who else is left in the carriage?  Surely not the granite-faced cop, oh, yes, how about the other woman? Big box left to tick… and the film takes its time as Imogene is imagined back in Nazi Germany, tied up and abused by soldiers before their superior officer (Jacqui Rigby) takes over and does things properly.

Jacqui Rigby and Heather Deeley

But as with another naughty flick I've seen with Heather Deeley and Mary Millington Erotic Inferno,  this coupling between the women is far more tender than the other scenes, straight sex – at least in these films – is more aggressive and domineering. Then even this pretty scene is perverted when the two male guards join in for a blurred confusion of limbs and the final – inevitable – climax. that was the seventies... but it's not really entertainment.

Still time left on the journey for one last episode, this time involving a haunted camera and some Victorian high jinks in which a man with expressive whiskers and his chamber maid haunt a modern-day Heather in soft-porn, comedy-sex ways.

Then… we’re back in the train at the end of the journey as the police and their prisoner leave the train and the surprising truth of their relationship is finally revealed…

Curiosity shop

Dusty verdict: Diversions is an uneven film with some touching moments, good performances – acting! – and some actual erotica. The good is outweighed by the sexual violence of the bad and you wonder what more could have been achieved had a firmer line been held.

It’s pretty hard to find now but is worth seeking out for those lighter moments and for Deeley’s overall loveliness for which I make no apology. The rest… just fast-forward or close your eyes and think of the British Board of Film Classification!

There's an interesting post on Gav Crimson's blog about  Heather's short career and what little is known about her life afterwards. She was only 19 when this film was made and you hope she made it free to a settled life outside of skin flicks: naughty nostalgia for some of us but exploitative and dangerous for the participants.