In it's
day, Exposé (1976) was a movie sold on the basis of being a star vehicle for
1970s sex symbol Fiona Richmond, but it's lasting notoriety rests on being
banned in Britain as a Video Nasty in the mid 1980s.
Unusually this novelisation of Exposé appeared in
1978, two years after the release of the movie. Breaking the mould for movie
novelisations, which tended to be released concurrent to the movies they were
promoting, serving as a pre-VHS way of keeping taking a movie home with you. I
can only think that the novelisations of subsequent Fiona Richmond vehicles
Hardcore and Let's Get Laid sold enough copies to warrant going back to her
first star vehicle and also novelising Exposé.
Rather than merely transcribe the movie, the book
chooses to expand on it, adding back-story and presenting a version of Exposé
that is free of the budgetary and censorship constraints that the movie was
shackled by. The reason why the book isn't just your standard hack-job
novelisation is that it was written by the film's own writer/director James
Kenelm Clarke, under the pen name Philip Massinger. The novelisations of
Hardcore and Let's Get Laid were also credited to Philip Massinger. However
those two books were in fact written by a scriptwriter, whose career was mainly
played out on British television, using the Massinger name. When he declined to
novelise Exposé, Kenelm Clarke himself stepped in to adapt his own work, and
inherited the Philip Massinger name. In later life Kenelm Clarke was critical
of his own Exposé screenplay, feeling it needed a few months more worth work,
and presumably the novelisation was his way of having a second stab at it. His
additions to the plot are a mixed bag of positives and negatives, some add
extra dimensions to the story, others are questionable choices. As Exposé is at
its core a murder mystery in which various unfortunate characters are stabbed
to death at the isolated country home of novelist Paul Martin, was it really
wise to include an early scene in the book in which Martin's new secretary
Linda Hindstatt packs a knife into her suitcase while en route to Martin's
country home. Saying that, I suppose you could counter argue that since the
book came out two years after the movie, Kenelm Clarke would have been writing
it in the knowledge that the majority of his readership would have seen the
movie by this point and therefore there wasn't as much point in concealing the
killer's identity. As the book's target audience would have been Fiona
Richmond's fanbase -she is on the cover and was still very much the selling
point- it is no surprise that the book is geared towards the sexploitation
market and seizes the opportunity to be more pornographic than the movie was
able to be. However what is surprising is that the additional sexed up content
here doesn't really relate to Richmond's character Suzanne -Paul's girlfriend
referred to at one point as 'darkly lovely, brainless Suzanne' - and is instead
allocated to Paul Martin and his secretary Linda, played by Linda Hayden in the
movie. In the first major diversion from the movie, we learn that a few years
prior to becoming Paul's secretary, young Linda had visited her aunt and uncle
in Saint-Tropez to learn the French language. Only to receive a lesson in the language
of love, when she is seduced by an older Frenchman. Curiously one of the most
well remembered sexual kinks from the film, Paul wearing plastic gloves during
sex, isn't in the book. The Exposé novelisation forgoing plastic gloves in
favour of muff shaving, with a graphic description of Linda shaving her
genitals prior to her date with the French smoothie, Jacques de Chaumont. The
film version of Exposé was partly financed by Paul Raymond, renowned publisher
of erotica, owner of the Raymond Revuebar and Richmond's wealthy enabler.
Raymond's shadowy influence stretches to the novelisation, which adheres to a
very Paul Raymond view of the world, with Linda favouring her older,
sophisticated French lover, a Marquis no less, over her inexperienced, uncultured
boyfriend Colin. As with Raymond's top shelf publications of the time, the
Exposé novelisation prides itself on its open minded, sexual libertine stance.
Offering a relaxed attitude towards male bisexuality -Linda's sexual limits are
tested when she finds Jacques in bed with his male lover Roger Erskine- and
enlightened acknowledgement of female sexual frustration, masturbation and
orgasm. In fact the book is practically falling over itself to 'acknowledge'
those last three topics 'that night, like no other, Roger and Jacques made
Linda come several times, each in a different manner'. The novelisation is also
very fond of fellatio, and in another show of sexual frankness has no qualms
about depicting male homosexually ('Roger's cock had gently slid itself into
the mouth of de Chaumont and the Marquis was sucking on it with lazy passion')
with all the same enthusiasm as heterosexuality ('and so it came to pass that
the first blow job that Linda ever gave was to the Marquis de Chaumont, and as
his sperm spurted into her mouth, she loved every minute of it').
Characters in the book also share Paul Raymond's
love of wealth, status symbols and the finer things in life. Paul Martin's
Rolls Royce agitating two lower class yobbos who sneeringly refer to Linda as a
'Toffee Nosed Git' and 'Hoity Toity', leading to the witty observation 'if they
had been in a Cortina Estate, no one would have afforded them a second glance'.
Poor Karl Howman, who in the film suffered the indignity of playing a character
called 'small youth', here suffers the further indignity of having his
character continuously described as having a pumpkin like head. Talk about
giving a man a complex! So rather than being called Small Youth in the book he
is instead referred to as ‘Pumpkin-head’.
A name that now conjures up images of the Pumpkinhead creature from the horror
movie series, rather than the bloke from Brush Strokes.
Just when you think the book is starting to align
with the plot of the movie, we then go off on another tangent, as the Roger
Erskine story resumes with him trying to make a career for himself as a writer
in the cut throat world of Hollywood. Struggling to make ends meet and living
in a seedy Sunset Boulevard motel, Roger finds himself having to throw some sex
in the direction of Miss Cavendish, a rich, older, married TV executive with
the power to make or break the young writer's career. At which point the
novelisation resembles a hybrid of Paul Morrissey's Heat and a book by Jackie
Collins, right down to some Collins-esque name dropping 'she reminded him of a
more wanton Angie Dickinson'. Anyone familiar with the movie version of Exposé
will be royally baffled at this point as to why the book is diverting so
strongly from it, in order to focus on a seemingly minor and insignificant
character as Roger Erskine. Just when it appears the book has lost its way,
Kenelm Clarke pulls a blinder and steers it strongly back on course by dropping
the bombshell that Roger Erskine is in fact Paul Martin. Erskine having adopted
the Paul Martin name when the deal with Cavendish went south and desperation lead
him to steal another writer's work. It is tempting to speculate whether the
experience of directing a gay actor, Udo Kier, in the role of Paul Martin for
the movie, motivated Kenelm Clarke to make the character bi-sexual in the book.
Whereas in the film, Paul's heterosexuality is never called into question, in
the book even the straight sex that Paul gets up to has homoerotic
connotations. After being fellated by Suzanne, Paul notes 'the strange
sensation as, now, when kissing her mouth, he tasted the unmistakable memory of
his own sex'. Whilst having to put out to Miss Cavendish, Paul consoles himself
with the observation that she possesses 'firm, almost boyish buttocks'.
The problem with the extended back stories of Paul
and Linda is that, perplexingly, Kenelm Clarke makes little of the incident
that pits one of these characters against the other: the suicide of Linda's
husband Simon Hindstatt, due to Roger/Paul stealing Simon's novel and passing
it off as his own. We learn much about Linda's life in New York, becoming
accustomed to the big apple, finding work as a secretary, mixing with the New
York elite, none of which is terribly interesting. However, the more
significant part of Linda's story....her marriage to Simon, his alcoholism, his
work being stolen and his suicide ...is all over in about five sentences. By
glossing over the death of her husband, Kenelm Clarke misses the chance to
really explore Linda's descent into depression and insanity that would have
explained her transformation from easy going English rose to revenge fuelled,
cold blooded murderess. Paul's back-story in Hollywood and his relationship
with Miss Cavendish feels equally superfluous, other than as an early example
of the themes of sex and power that is more strongly conveyed in the novelisation
than the film. Cavendish uses her position in the TV world to demand sex from
Paul, when he tries to dominate her during sex, she turns on him, dashing his
chances of a Hollywood career. After he becomes rich and famous, Paul begins to
cruelly treat women as he was once treated by Miss Cavendish, using them for
sex then wanting little else to do with them. An attitude that comes back to
haunt him in the form of Linda, who he views a potential conquest that he'll
eventually become bored with. When she refuses his advances, an ego hurt Paul
becomes the weak one, sinking into alcoholism and paranoia. Linda's seduction
of his girlfriend Suzanne, which comes across as rather random and gratuitous
in the film, takes on greater significance when you're privy to the knowledge
that she is essentially doing unto him what he once did unto her. Just as he
once posed a homosexual threat to her relationship with Jacques, she now poses
a homosexual threat to his relationship to Suzanne. Paul attempts to reassert
his power and masculinity by dragging Suzanne away "he would complete this
rape with bestial urgency''. Only for Linda to match his actions by later
getting rough with the much abused Suzanne, taking on Paul's role by violating
her with a strap on...Linda really did think to pack everything. In the
ultimate reversal of the power dynamic, Paul dictates his lousy paperback to
Linda, only for her to refuse to transcribe his words and humiliates him by
instead typing out her own, superior text. Having emasculated him as a man, by
stealing his girlfriend away from him, Linda then further emasculates him as an
author, by stealing his book away from him.


There is a meta aspect to the Exposé novelisation
in that it is a pornographically minded book about an author attempting to
write a pornographically minded book, only for the blue prose to refuse to
flow. Where I think Kenelm Clarke tries to have his cake and eat it is by
parodying bad sex in literature within a book that itself aims to titillate. In
that respect, the Exposé novelisation runs the risk of being an example of what
it sets out to make fun of. Truth be told there is an extremely blurry line
between the cringe worthy nonsense that Paul dictates to Linda ('Then Angus'
tongue started it's slow exploration, comma, darting there, comma, playing Anna
like a virtuoso with a Stradivarius') and the book's own genuine attempts at
arousing material ('She climbed up into a sitting position and sat, gently on
his face. He was aware of her scented loins, descending on to his mouth and
nose, of how good they smelt, her vagina, her anus').
The film version of Exposé has always been
something of a square peg in the round hole of British sexploitation, walking
against the crowd by being a straight thriller that wasn't afraid to mix sex
with violence in an era when smutty comedy was the norm. If anything the
novelisation is even more of a greater abnormality, the additional graphic sex,
scenes of male homosexually and decadent globetrotting making it seem more like
an adaptation of a nonexistent Radley Metzger film than anything from British
sexploitation cinema. For sure the novel is a different beast from the movie,
but while this might have caused confusion at the time from people expecting a
straightforward, no frills novelisation, in the long term Kenelm Clarke going
the extra mile works in its benefit. In book form Exposé now contains
everything that people seeking out novelisations tend to look for these days,
additional characterization; backstory and answers to questions that the film
doesn't provide...just don't go expecting to find out why Paul wears plastic
gloves during sex. If you've any interest in the movie, the novelisation is
well worth seeking out, since if you've only seen Exposé in movie form, then
you've only really seen half of the story Kenelm Clarke wanted to tell, the
other half is in this book. Chances are though that the only way you'll be able
to experience the book these days is as a PDF which can be found in the shady
corners of the internet...if you know, you know... physical copies have been
known to fetch the kind of prices that only those with a Paul Raymond sized
bank balance could justify paying. The now prohibitively expensive price of the
book likely due to the fact that it belongs to that rare breed of novels based
on films that ended up on the 'final 39' Video Nasty list. An exclusive club
that includes Herschell Gordon Lewis' novelisation of Blood Feast, recent
novelisations of Night of the Demon and Mardi Gras Massacre by Brad Carter, and
Love Camp 7, which was novelised in 1970 by Harry Burns as Sex Camp 7.
Presumably the original title of that movie being too subtle for the sex
paperback market.
Speaking of re-titlings, one of the main giveaways
that Kenelm Clarke was the author of this book is the constant references to
the main location as 'The House on Straw Hill'. Which if you didn't know, was
Kenelm Clarke's original and preferred title for the movie, Exposé being a
title that was forced on it by a distributor. All these years later, history
has favoured Kenelm Clarke. What with The House on Straw Hill becoming the more
common and popular title for the film, with few ever referring to it as Exposé
anymore. Given that the novelisation breaks with the claustrophobic, singular
setting of the movie and whisks characters off to Saint Tropez, New York and
Hollywood, it could perhaps be dubbed...Beyond the Valley of The House on Straw
Hill.
