Retro Porn Review: Her Last Fling

On and off screen, the 1970s were probably the golden age of orgies. The sexual revolution had pushed far enough to get those interested in group experimentation to sign up for readily available sex parties. Your tolerance for hair had to be high, but if that was your thing, those were definitely the days.

Carlos Tobalina (here under the pseudonym Bruce Van Buren) was an adult director with an appetite for group sex, and probably no other film shows that off quite as much as Her Last Fling.

The premise is based very loosely on the 1950 British classic Last Holiday, which featured a pre-Jedi Alec Guinness enjoying what he’d been told would be the last few weeks of his life. In this case, the dying lead is in the hands of Sandy Pinney who’s no stranger to uncredited orgy appearances.

Sandy is diagnosed with “a terminal disease”. No further specifics are given, which you’d think you’d want to ask in a situation where a doctor says you only have a couple of weeks to live. The usually careful Sandy decides to take control of her own life and pursue the things she was always afraid to do, which apparently are limited to buying a Cadillac and going to as many orgies as possible.

What’s different about Her Last Fling is that all the sex you see is exclusively group affairs. The more the merrier for this crew. Very long scenes of known and unknown adult actors fucking in different settings. Oddly enough, these are interspersed with super dark voice-over laments of Sandy talking about her fatal condition — for most people, a bit of a boner killer, but whatever.

Some famous adult industry faces — and in the case of John Holmes, um, not exactly his face — pop up in the orgies, most notably Paul Thomas, Candida Royalle, Annette Haven and Desiree West, but they don’t have lines. You get the feeling that this could have been some spontaneous shoot; someone invited them to an orgy off-camera and then Tobalina said, “Hey guys, you mind if I tape this? See what happens?”

Most of the orgies — regardless of the city hosting each of them — have the same participants which makes you wonder if they all had a tour bus to facilitate what is clearly a bunch of unemployed men and women who travel around the States to fuck whatever’s available in plain sight.

There’s not a lot of real acting, but when there is, it gets a bit cringe-worthy. Pinney shows why she’s better suited for non-dialogue parts. Given that anyone could have done the role, they could have landed a significantly better actress for this.

Honestly, the best things about this movie may be the music selection and the exterior shots, which show some cool footage of San Francisco and Vegas in their sleazy 70s peak.

If 70s orgies are your thing and you’d dig a nice and spacey eclectic soundtrack accompanying it, this is as good as you’ll ever get. Otherwise, you might get a little bored.

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