Four Dimensions of Greta (1972) Pete Walker.

'suddenly we were attacked by sex mad hippies!!!!'

Beloved Britsploitation Don Pete Walker saucily presents the inevitably tawdry tale of aspirant journalist Hans (Tristan Rogers)tasked to locate the whereabouts of buxom Teutonic au pair Greta Gruber(Leena Skoog), leading to a fleshly diorama of goofily 3-D slap n' drivel. Of all the Soho scions of scintillating 70s celluloid shenanigans, Pete 'Frightmare' Walker has maintained a, dare I say it integrity, the likes of opportunists Derek Ford and Stanley Long manifestly lacked. Like Walker's superior Cool it Carol, the Gielgud of UK Grindhouse Robin Askwith makes a welcome appearance. Walker is a stolid smut-maker, not an especially inventive one, a meat n' potatoes,or, more apropos, a meat n' two vedge merchant. Murray Smith's script is a dog, but able composer Harry South's punchy score is appropriately bouncy, and Dolly-looking starlet Leena Skoog is a peach! Happily, the appalling accents, pony dialogue, and sketchy acting choices provides one-dimensional nookie Noir Four Dimensions of Greta with far more entertainment value than it actually deserves! Not too sure what the furtive raincoat mob made of the abstruse 3-D inserts back in the day, but experienced today they do little more than induce a crippling migraine, due to profound ocular distress! In this 24/7 epoch of Deliveroo, and ceaselessly recycled grot on Netflix, is it still not possible to credibly un-3-D a torpid titty flick? Hey!! I have nothing against a good mucky film, but 4-D Greta 'aint one of 'em, and sadly, wet lettuce Hans has all the charisma of a loo roll cover. Ultimately, I just couldn't give a toss, and that's the most damning thing you can say about an adult feature.