The flower began to mature in the fifties, rot away in the sixties, and became vile in the seventies. By the eighties, it was all dead. Lick on a nipple, suck on a pipe, and eat some pie babe, rebellion running away from mother puritan and all that was once innocent, sweet, and pure before it got dirty doing it like wild animals in the jungle over and over again pointlessly. Nothing ever changes. Nothing is ever new. More beer. More wine. The smell of death begins to linger defying defecation, she cries out once again "Oh!" and "Ah!" Then after she becomes another she among other shes all with the same anatomy just different hair color, size and shape of breasts, but these will always be those distinctive seventies breasts with silver dollar sized nipples stuck onto the ends of oblonged bazookas. She will then cry out again "Oh!" and then "Ah!" with the same ole' licking on a nipple, sucking on a pipe, and eating pie. There is one interesting scene involving the nibbling on a toe of a soft white leg. Towards the middle, the young men in this movie come to realize they have become the joke of Hollywood. Indeed, never again would another movie of consequence involve them beyond porn. Horror creeps along following after the young women in this movie for, as they are now old women, they must feel quite ashamed of what they had once had to do to make a cheap buck.
Review of Blue Summer
