The Divorcee

A quiet, talky chamber drama where youthful games slowly expose the fragile egos and desires of a small group.

A cheeky, dated sex-comedy romp that ambles through motel rooms with a wink, more silly than steamy and easy to drift in and out of.

A cheeky, frothy sex comedy that breezes through a fictionalised life story with playful winks and sunny escapism.

A light, talky curiosity: four women trade risque anecdotes on a yacht while a waiter judges, playing like a cheeky, low-budget chamber comedy.

A grubby, earnest slice of vintage exploitation that feels more like a lecture than a story, leaving you restless and vaguely uncomfortable.

A short, uneasy party that curdles into awkward, tense discomfort as the night slips out of anyone's control.

A dated, clinical-feeling softcore anthology that plays like a moralizing lecture with awkward erotic vignettes.

A slow, talky slice of late-60s exploitation that feels more like a furtive confession than a story.

A breezy, voyeuristic softcore romp that drifts from set to set with little plot and plenty of skin.

An intimate, thoughtful stroll through changing attitudes to sex, warm and reflective with a light satirical edge.

A slow, uneasy study of desire and insecurity, where polite tension curdles into something more psychologically raw.

A slow, uneasy party drama that lingers on humiliation and regret, leaving a quiet, uncomfortable aftertaste.