According to the narrator of this West German sex comedy, the annual arrival of the foehn--a southwestern wind that is analogous to the Santa Ana winds of Southern California or the Diablo winds of the San Francisco Bay Area--activates the libido of the elderly, but lusty, men of the Alpen village of Bumshausen (retitled Futtlerhausen in the English-dubbed version). It is this time of year when, apparently, the virgins must run, but the wives will be 'supremely satisfied'. This actually goes against the grain of German folklore, which posits the foehn as 'murder winds' which encourage madness and migraines. Apparently, Die Jungfrauen von Bumshausen (released to the American theatres as Run Virgin Run) provided randy Germans with a way to work through the anxiety of the 'snow-eating' wind that super heats the atmosphere and raise temperatures with disturbing rapidity. As for the story itself, it revolves around one of the few bachelors in town, a blonde, blue-eyed hunk who's still waiting for the right woman to come along. Will this year's foehn usher in her arrival? It's pretty tame stuff, but the women are uniformly gorgeous, and it's way better than the feature it's been coupled with (2069: A Sex Odyssey) on Retro-Seduction's NTSC DVD.
Review of Run, Virgin, Run
