Sex Kittens Go To College is such an awful film, I almost don't want to acknowledge that I watched it. I was, of course, researching the work of director Albert Zugsmith, which ranges from the interesting (Confessions Of An Opium Eater; Psychedelic Sexualis) to the execrable (everything else).
The one redeeming feature of this almost incomprehensible comedy is that it has a chimpanzee called Abraham Q. Voltaire who dresses like a beatnik and plays percussion and bongos in a lounge jazz band. Voltaire is a charismatic figure and an excellent musician and, later on, plays the piano with his feet. He's basically a genius, and looks absolutely cool as fuck, especially if those glasses are prescription.
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