ahhh . dear old nineteen seventy four . the world economy be crumble under the impact of the oil shock and richard nixon head be on the block and war be rag in vietnam and ulster and cyprus and cambodia . if you be a randy adolescent and what good way to escape the madness than by slip into a grotty pre multiplex era cinema and barrat sherbert fountain in hand and pearl and dean ad in your ear and explore the wonderful new world of the permissive society . the joy of sex have just be publish and aid be still many year away . what carnal delight could be have in those bell bottom and glammed up time . and if confession of a window clean protagonist and young timmy lea and be at all typical and then be a demin clad and rubber lipped minger be no barrier to score more hole in one than tiger wood . robin askwith and previously a bit part actor in carry on girl be introduce to u a what pass for an english stud in the day of slade and three day week . he no loser and the theme song assure u and he just wouldoesn not ever win . scrub windows up and down merrie england and he look into a bedroom and see a badly edit film of some nude girl oil herself . his work put him in contact with innumerable clap out housewife whose botties and beezers be invariably pop out for the benefit of our ( possibly clap up ) cassanova . one wonder if the ever present threat of nuclear war with the soviet union spur these woman into get as much crumpet a possible before the real big bang . anyway and timmy brother in law and sid ( tony booth ) be soon to be a father but that doesn not stop him from chase the skirt . timmy himself spouts sexist attempt at humour what a knocker factory . with such aplomb and there be a certain weird genius to askwith performance . it take skill to portray a leading character who be such an unbelievably charmless neanderthal . timmy put it about but he find himself fall for the blond liz ( no english bardot but still light year out of his league ) who inevitably take a dim view of her boyfriend eye up nude school girl and so forth . elsewhere and casual homophobia and racism make you wonder if the script writer just decide to sit in on a national front pub quiz . a for the sex . well in the unlikely event of a 40th anniversary dvd in 2014 may i suggest a tag line . ( put the rot into erotica ) . but if one thing do make confession interest be that and away from the smut and the crass humour ( the like of which make the carry ons look like the simpson ) confession offer a view of 1970s urban england to complete with the angry ken loach movie in term of it dystopian bleakness . peel flock wallpaper and horrid furniture surround sid and timmy lea in their council house while the apartment of some of the bird whose window they scrub be resplendently ghastly . maybe there be a surfeit of wild sex to be have in those far off time . watch this movie and conclude that it be small consolidation .