Film

Confessions of a Window Cleaner

Name: Confessions of a Window Cleaner
Genre: Comedy
Released: 1974
Cast: Robin Askwith, Anthony Booth, Linda Hayden, Bill Maynard, Dandy Nichols

Gross-out comedy
Light-hearted

A 1974 sex comedy following a bumbling young window cleaner discovering that some clients want more than their windows cleaned. Broad, cheerful, and utterly unashamed of its own silliness, it's British smut made for laughs rather than heat—a time capsule of seventies permissiveness played for maximum awkwardness and innuendo.

TMDb rating

2.5

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