Fiction (also known as Black Lace Drag), 1963

A fiction very reminiscent of Ed Wood’s films, in which things – stylistically – are going pretty well, but then the dialogue creaks just a little too protestingly or the plot takes one of those turns you’d never expect, not in a thrilling, but more in a perplexing way. Still, this is entertaining stuff which, for the most part is effective. There just are a few too many times when you pull up and realise this is almost pure wish fulfilment on the author’s part. A book which, if not taken seriously, is good enough. Those who do take it seriously are as daft as the author, and his films.