Not to be confused with 1976’s The Muthers, a women-in-prison film from exploitation legend Cirio H. Santiago, 1968’s The Muthers is a sexploitation film from exploitation semi-legend Don A. Davis. Presented “in ‘throbbing’ color,” it’s about married women in the L.A. suburbs having sex with men who aren’t their husbands and, this being softcore, never remove their britches.
Many of the daytime romps occur at the Pink Swan bar, where Bartender Larry (Steve Vincent, Space Thing) graciously allows the use of his office — even for two pairs at once. Elsewhere, among many other couplings, Virginia Gordon (Hot Spur) goes at it with some guy in her poolside lounge chair while her teen daughter (Victoria Bond, The Secret Sex Lives of Romeo and Juliet), watching in secret, rubs her bikini bottoms against a tree.
Davis once again employs his curvaceous crutch, Flick Attack favorite Marsha Jordan (The Divorcee). Just when you think The Muthers will end without Jordan showing skin, Davis introduces the movie’s only semblance of story: whether her daughter (Love Camp 7 penetrator Kathy Williams) can find Mom before some bald creepo can get his mitts, mouth and mallet all over Marsha and her mams?
Don’t you worry — the young lady fails.
Also featuring the sexy, sassy Linda O’Bryant from Davis’ spy-oriented Golden Box, The Muthers boasts a big, brassy, helluva melodic earworm in its opening credits. I just don’t know that it needed repeating for an hour. It’s as if the movie has a one-track mind. —Rod Lott