Cinderella (1977)

What makes Cinderella (1977) oddly irresistible is how it takes a story you think you know and spins it into a cheerfully shameless, anything-goes farce—more wink than romance, more punchline than pumpkin. Director Michael Pataki leans into broad, campy comedy with a knowingly low-rent fairy-tale vibe, where the costumes, performances, and escalating absurdity feel like the movie is in on the joke and wants you to be, too. If you’re in the mood for “not bad silly” retro sleaze that plays like a raunchy midnight-movie spoof, it delivers exactly that kind of giggly, ridiculous energy. It’s absolutely not for everyone—this is explicit, wall-to-wall adult content—but for viewers who enjoy vintage sex-comedy camp, it’s a curious little time capsule that commits to its premise with gusto.

Cinderella (1977) is trying to be a cheeky, adult spin on a familiar fairy tale, swapping romance and whimsy for soft-core sex, broad jokes, and a “find the mystery lover” gimmick. The problem is it often plays more like a slow, dated skin-flick than a real comedy or a particularly erotic romp, with stiff acting, thin storytelling, and pacing that drags even when it’s aiming for outrageous. If you’re expecting clever satire, genuine laughs, or anything resembling the charm of the classic story, this will likely feel cheap and phony rather than naughty-fun. It’s really only for viewers who specifically want vintage 70s soft-core with a fairy-tale wrapper and don’t mind that the “plot” is mostly an excuse to shuffle from one routine scene to the next.