The Bomb in the Attic
Pan, London, 1964
The blurb on the back:
Glossy photographs, colour slides, films, books - the hottest collection of pornography north of Mexico. All of it was ticking away in the attic of young Freddie Lazenby ... ticking with the deadliness of a time bomb - for Freddie was on a Presidential Committee investigating the corruption of youth! And to add temptation to torment many of the glossy photographs revealed his prim, proper secretary in the most improper poses!
It comes on like a would-be screwball comedy set amongst hip young hacks in Washington, DC, and it’s ultimately as tiresome as all these things are. As I’m sure I’ve noted many times in these pages, wacky comedy dates really badly. If the writing’s good enough, things can survive even when they’re no longer daring and shocking, as the likes of Evelyn Waugh (and indeed, the boy Auberon) demonstrate.
But this ain’t really good enough. The jokes aren’t good enough, and the characters aren’t strong enough, and the whole effect is much like an American sitcom of the era. Still, if you like that kind of thing…
ENTERTAINMENT VALUE: 2/5
HIPNESS QUOTIENT: 2/5
Robert Gover, The One Dollar Misunderstanding