I'm Not Feeling Myself Tonight

I'm Not Feeling Myself Tonight is a 1976 British sexploitation comedy film directed by Joseph McGrath and starring Barry Andrews, James Booth and Sally Faulkner. It was written by David McGillivray and Laurence Barnett.

Plot

Jon Pigeon and Keith Furey, odd job man at a sex research institute, invent an electronic aphrodisiac. Their invention is stolen, and they attempt to retrieve it.

Cast

Barry Andrews as Jon Pigeon
James Booth as S.J. Nutbrown
Sally Faulkner as Cheryl Bascombe
Ben Aris as Trampas B. Hildebrand
Billy Hamon as Keith Furey
Ronnie Brody as neighbour
Freddie Earlle as cowboy
Bob Godfrey as postman
Marjie Lawrence as caretaker's wife
Brian Murphy as caretaker
Chic Murray as Fred
Graham Stark as hotel M.C.
Katya Wyeth as Wendy
Rita Webb as tea lady
Steve Amber as policeman
Penny Croft as traffic warden
Robert Dorning as man at party
Mike Grady as boy scout
Sally Harrison as woman on video tape
Geraldine Hart as Mrs. Watchtower
Bill Maelor-Jones as lecturer
Juliette King as Heidi
Andria Lawrence as Mrs. Nutbrown
Gracie Luck as Mrs. Hildebrand
Gennie Nevinson as Vera
Marianne Stone as consultant
Pat Astley as Barmaid
Jeannie Collings as Sylvia
Mary Millington as girl in sunglasses
Andee Cromarty as party guest
Monika Ringwald as party guest

Production

The film was shot at Twickenham Studios.

Critical reception

The Monthly Film Bulletin wrote: "Yet another reworking of the male chauvinist's dream theme – the surefire aphrodisiac – lifted to a degree by an unusual hint of sophistication in the script, a decent caricature of a Teddy-rocker by Billy Hamon, and one modestly funny running gag in which a M*A*S*H-like tannoy periodically bleats out inane announcements in the background. For the rest, however, the British sex-comedy formula is rigidly and tiresomely adhered to, complete with continuous sexual innuendo, pop-eyed double-takes, bouncing breasts and unconsummated couplings. In other words, the usual compendium of Anglo-Saxon hang-ups played for laughs – and losing."
Kim Newman wrote in Empire, "I'm Not Feeing Myself Tonight has a classic fnarr-fnarr title and the worst male and female fashions of 1975, and mixes excruciating comedy with a vaguely offensive plot about a raygun which turns repressed Britons into sex maniacs."