While there’s some room for debate over the high-point of Erica Gavin‘s acting career, I think we can all agree that the worst entry on her filmography is Erika’s Hot Summer (1971).
Clocking in at just over an hour, this shameless cash-in cannibalises discoloured, disjointed footage of a pre-fame Gavin frolicking on a beach and cavorting with some sleaze named ‘Steve’ (Walt Phillips), padded out with tedious scenes of the same d-bag seducing another nudey model (Merci Montello) with his witless come-ons and spasmodic dancing. The voice-overs are monotonous and nonsensical, while the dialogue is badly dubbed and incredibly wooden… during the highly-skippable sex scenes, Montello (or whoever provided her voice) keeps saying “f*ck me” in the same sort of disinterested tone that a train conductor might ask to see your ticket, towards the end of a long, tiring shift.
Gavin’s “character” (cunningly named ‘Erika’, though a shot of her address written on a scrap of paper spells it with a “C”) has no on-screen dialogue… she just spends her time grinning like a goon, laughing at nothing, sloppily eating ice-cream, and playing with random sticks and flowers… mindless behaviour which you could charitably ascribe to a naive and romantic spirit, or less charitably to severe learning difficulties! The film-makers’ attempt to cobble all this together into some sort of narrative is clumsy at best, and the story’s rushed, pseudo-“shocking” denouncement is one of the most ridiculous things I’ve ever seen… besides the highly disingenuous poster that was knocked up to sell this dreck, I mean.
I’ll admit I found this “film” hilarious, for all the wrong reasons… but it’s not an experience I’d recommend to anyone with a more sophisticated sense of humour, and less masochistic tendencies…