It starts as it means to go on: close on Beryl Reid as she licks an icepop at a burial in the local graveyard. She spots musclebound young Peter McEnery sunning himself amongst the stones and brings him home. He thinks Pop Alan Webb might nail him from a four-year old murder but becomes the sexual plaything for nympho Beryl and her gay brother, Harry Andrews. Bizarre, funny, totally perverse Orton with a decent translation by screenwriter Clive Exton and well directed by Douglas Hickox who handles a committed cast with considerable skill as Georgie Fame croons the theme song. The 1959 Pontiac that Andrews is driving used to belong to Syd Barrett. They just don’t make them like this any more. Ooh I say!