The Exotic Dreams of Casanova

Between the defrocked costume romps like Notorious Cleopatra and the drugged excesses of The Toy Box lies this curious entry in the Harry Novak Hall of Infamy, a flipped-out frat party free-for-all with Perry Mason overtones. The curtains open on a picture-book `jousting' with famed lover Casanova (played by swarthy Vegas type Johnny Rocco) and a more-than-willing participant. Credits roll, and it turns out to be a stag performance by modern descendant and current spaghetti western star Joe Casanova, part of the Valentine orgy for `Swingers International'. Joe quickly tires of the self-promoting president, and offers a thousand clams to any swinger who can keep up at his private party till dawn. His house instantly becomes a squalid playground: go-go dancing, spanking, whipped cream, all accompanied by a whacked-out duo on guitar and bongo. Things turn nasty when his overzealous guests push Casanova off his flying trapeze. He's knocked unconscious, and imagines himself in the Gomorra County courtroom loaded with party perverts, a camp judge, and a Keystone Cop, where the name 'Casanova' itself is on trial. To illustrate his case for free love, he peppers the proceedings with fantasy sex scenes between courtroom members (including Uschi Digard, credited as `Brigitte'), but discovers amidst the rampant horndoggery the one-woman man within. Maybe this isn't what us would-be cocktail shakers want to hear, but then there's always the rewind button. So in the immortal words of Joe Casanova, `Let's everybody swing!'