The film opens with one of the greatest title sequences I've ever seen in a dirty movie. Besides, the guys are hot and the film's a scream. Therefore the film's important, and not only in its historical context, but also in comparison to today's expectations of what sexually explicit material should, and should not, deliver. This film offers insight into the heights that were reached by filmmakers in the seventies' public atmosphere of pornographic consumption. Greek Lightning was shot on film, made during a time in American History when pornography was screened in theaters, so it's no shocker that it imitates popular narrative form-in this case, a hybrid of James Bond and Dragnet. Any number of people may show absolutely no interest in a porno film with at least three car chases and a campy villain worthy of a John Waters movie. Well, aren't pornos made for sexual pleasure? Yes, but once in a while a film like Greek Lightning offers so much boisterous joy that the sex becomes icing, the cherry in the fruity mixed drink.
Now, there isn't a whole lot of emphasis on the sex, but the outlandish story is so enjoyable that I barely noticed. Jimmy Hughes, stud muffin extraordinaire, plays a secret agent of sorts in this wonderfully executed, funny seventies film.
