Monday, July 20, 2015

"The Chapman Report," or I Kinsey What You Did There

A funny thing happened to movies in the early 1960s -- they got more "daring" in the sense that they included sexual language and dealt with adult themes. The weird thing is, they did this in an awkward, shame-based way -- so much so that they seem downright childish compared to the sense of frankness and real adult behavior in your average pre-code movie.

But don't take my highly authoritative word for it -- join me as Motion Pictures Told Through Still Pictures with Goofy Captions wanders into the 1962 film ...


Any resemblance between the characters in this movie
and actual women is purely coincidental.


Greetings, ladies and gentlemen of science! My name is Professor Doctor Mr.
Chapman, M.D., and I am a world-famous sexual researcher in the manner
of such luminaries as Alfred Kinsey, Masters and Johnson and Lindsay Lohan.


Heh heh, they said "probe."


"Dear Professor Doctor Mr. Chapman. My name is Jane, and I am a healthy,
perfectly normal young woman who is repelled by any physical contact
whatsoever, especially with men of the opposite sex, yuck."


"Some have called me frigid, and when I opened my mouth to
answer them a light came on. Can you help?"


Dear Jane: I have the perfect remedy. You need to indulge in some
promiscuous smoking with one of my researchers, stat!


"Dear Whatever Your Name Is: My name is Shelley and my husband
is more interested in watching TV than in watching me. I want to get racy, he
wants 'Ben Casey'! And the other night, when he was watching 'Leave It to Beaver' ..."


"... anyway, I am now having an affair. Any suggestions?"


Dear Shelley: Perhaps a long trip might bring you and your husband
closer together. I suggest a cruise on the ocean liner Poseidon. Bon voyage!



"Hello, handsome. You can call me Claire. Actually, you can call me anything --
just call me ;). I have no sexual hangups at all ..."


"... just ask any delivery guy who comes to my house."


"Or musician. Or anything with chest hair, for that matter."


"Never mind about her, dear sir! Pay attention to me! My name is
Glynis and I am terribly self-absorbed. My smarmy husband is just
as pretentious as I am, so we get along splendidly ..."


"... but the other day I met a younger man on the beach when I caught
his ball, and I'm, um ... curious."


Dear Glynis: It sounds as if you might need to become involved in a
cause bigger than yourself. May I suggest women's suffrage?



I'm afraid that's all the time we have today for oversimplifying
people's sexual behavior. Next week's topic will be "The Future" -- a time of
widely available birth control, medication for erectile dysfunction and
widespread gay marriage. Ha ha! Just kidding! Drive safely!





2 comments:

  1. I admit I have a soft spot for these kinds of 1960s flicks. I haven't seen this one in ages, but now you have me looking for it. Since my last viewing, I've become a Glynis Johns fan...and I can't remember nor imagine her in this movie!

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  2. Very funny post (love the bit about watching "Leave It To Beaver"; can anyone look at that title in innocence anymore?). There's something squirm-inducing in looking back at those American 'adult' 60s films and their idea of what makes for sophisticated viewing. If it isn't 'frank' discussions about s-x, then it's adolescent frolics on almost-adultery (eg, A Guide for the Married Man, Under The Yum Yum Tree). In either case, you cringe. You're right, pre-Code did it so much better. We seem to have been constantly regressing since then.

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