BFI There can't be many new DVD releases of short film anthologies which are unstintingly riveting all the way through. They have a weird similarity to old-fashioned stag films, not merely because of explicit content, but because they are designed to be watched in a semi-clandestine world: Here, as in other films, it is the woman who is stigmatised as the bearer of syphilis — perhaps as a way of scaring men into using condoms, although there is no explicit information about these. But weirdly, I think, the sexiess has always to be semi-veiled to be commercially alluring, and media and culture are actually as prim as a Victorian governess about the nasty plumbing and circuitry of sex. Katy McGahan's excellent programme note on this film in the DVD's accompanying booklet doesn't mention it, but the caddish male in the film is played by Richard Morant: But then something strange happens. Hee, hee, hee, you giggle, while another film shows stock footage of Cliff Richard-style youth clubs and coffee bars in an agonisingly earnest attempt to get its message across to young people. Some of these films are genuinely horrifying. Which will be sooner than I think. Ho, ho, ho, you think, as a fraightfully refained female announcer talks about "gels' bodies changing", while we see healthy gels playing hockey. Remarkably, it even shows film of real people — a man and then a young woman — masturbating. John Pleshette's scrawny teenage boy, who is actually really good at basketball, reminds me of Woody Allen's repeated protestations that despite his wimpy-looking frame, he was a real sportsman in his youth. Jez Stewart's programme note suggests that the movie's gritty look makes it look like Cassavetes — yes, and it also has a little something of Woody Allen.