This flaccid, famous slice of 70s smut suffers from a certificate that prevents Linda Lovelace's titular - and equally legendary - oral abilities from actually being shown. The result is a quite preposterously abbreviated 52 minutes of painful "furrowed brow" shots, dubious plot contortions (her clitoris is, bizarrely, located in her gullet instead of gusset region) and worse 'taches. Without the sex scenes, the horrible truth that porn movies are, you know, bad, is painfully apparent.
Ground-breaking and world-changing it may have been, but ultimately, this is (oh come now, how can we resist) just too hard to swallow.
