Hippie Wilbur Steele (Peter Ford, the son of Glenn Ford) is about to get drafted to
This premise sounds like it could’ve been a lot of fun; however director Tom McGowan is out to make one of those “message” movies. I don’t know exactly what the “message” is, but there are a lot of mentions of the Vietnam War, the pill, and hippies spouting endlessly about God knows what. McGowan shoots all of the sex scenes about the same, using garish colors to make things look as psychedelic as possible. They aren’t very sexy, but what they lack in sensuality, they more than make up for it by sheer number. While all of the boning scenes suffer from a dated flower powery look to them, at least there are a lot of them and they feature a lot of female flesh. Things would have been a lot easier on the audience if McGowan had set out to make a groovy sex comedy and not a damn statement though.
Ford is OK in the lead but he’s just too bland to carry the film. At least
If dated fashions and ideals are the kind of thing you want to see in your late 60’s softcore sex movie, then Wilbur and the Baby Factory is for you. However, you will have to look elsewhere if you want a movie that will stimulate your nether regions.
McGowan later went on to co-direct the immortal Night Train to Terror.
AKA: The Baby Factory. AKA: Sex Machine. AKA: The Loving Machine. AKA: The Pleasure Farm.