In her dream (or is it?), she spots the White Rabbit—not a frantic, waistcoat-wearing puppet, but a bearded, nervous man in a fuzzy suit who keeps checking his pocket watch. She follows him down a literal "rabbit hole," which the film inelegantly portrays as a dark, damp tunnel.
Director Norton claimed in a rare 1998 interview that he intended the film to be a “feminist critique of Victorian repression.” He argued that Alice—by saying “yes” to every adventure, sexual or otherwise—was taking agency in a world that wanted to silence her. Most critics, then and now, roll their eyes at this. The film is not The Story of O . It is a commercial product designed to get a reaction. Alice In Wonderland An X Rated Musical Fantasy 1976
In the mid-1970s, the Sexual Revolution was in full swing. Pornography was tentatively creeping out of the shadows of grindhouse theaters and into the mainstream—or at least, into the "mainstream" of late-night adult cinema. Within this landscape of artistic ambiguity and commercial exploitation, a bizarre subgenre was born: the adult musical. And no film embodies the surreal, often ridiculous, collision of childhood nostalgia and hardcore sex better than William B. Norton’s Alice in Wonderland: An X-Rated Musical Fantasy . In her dream (or is it
Final rating: ★★★ (Three stars out of five—one for ambition, one for the soundtrack, and one for the sheer audacity of making the Cheshire Cat a mime who only appears during orgasms.) The film is currently available on several cult streaming services (like Something Weird Video) and has been released on an unrated Blu-ray by Vinegar Syndrome, fully restored from the original 35mm negative. Viewer discretion is strongly, strongly advised. Most critics, then and now, roll their eyes at this
The performances range from the professionally dubbed to the hilariously off-key. It is said that director William B. Norton (who also wrote the score under the pseudonym “Norman Simon”) forced the actors to record their vocals live on set, rather than in a studio. The result is a raw, warbling sound that adds to the film’s uneasy, dreamlike quality—like hearing a nursery rhyme while you have a fever. To understand the film, one must understand the “porno chic” moment of the early-to-mid 1970s. Following the success of Deep Throat (1972), The Devil in Miss Jones (1973), and especially the mainstream crossover of The Opening of Misty Beethoven (1976), producers were desperate to legitimize adult films by giving them plots, sets, and—most bizarrely—musical numbers.
But as a historical artifact, it is invaluable. It represents a fleeting moment when the adult film industry genuinely believed it could be art. Before VHS killed the theatrical porno, before the industry shifted to hardcore gonzo realism, there was a tiny window where producers hired costume designers, composers, and lighting directors to tell the story of a little girl who fell down a hole and discovered a world of endless, musical, scheduled fornication.