I remember mine well. I was 12, maybe 13, and innocent for my age having had quite the sheltered upbringing. At around midnight one dark winters evening Channel 4 broadcast Girl On A Motorcycle. I haven't seen the film since but the opening scene is forever engraved on the back of my retinas. Marrianne Faithful crawls out of bed in her birthday suit, slides into a suit of leathers (sans underwear) and hops straight onto the back of a motorcycle for some of the most unconvincing rear projection action this side of a Hitchcock film and BOOM! just like that I was in love. I think I still had pretty fuzzy ideas about what it was one did with a woman but from that moment I knew I wanted one.
I was glued to the screen for the rest of the film knowing that if a movie started with a bang like that then there must be plenty more similar action to come. I was to be very disappointed.
I was glued to the screen for the rest of the film knowing that if a movie started with a bang like that then there must be plenty more similar action to come. I was to be very disappointed.
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