In the film's first scene, a frustrated wife confesses to her therapist that she is, indeed, frigid - and so , so ashamed of it. "The sexual side of marriage chills me", she intones as director Paul Landres ladles on the stage smoke, after which she tells her husband "all you ever think about is sex". Men!! Yes, that's the same Paul Landres who went on to direct The Vampire and The Flame Barrier a few years later. As for the film's analysis of the problem, it takes a decidedly mid 20th century approach, with the woman bearing most of the responsibility (one doctor intones that frigidity is strictly a phenomenon amongst females). This is the sort of film you can pop in the DVD player next time your camp-appreciative friends come over, assuming friends can ever come over to your house again (if you're reading this in 2045, look up the Great Pandemic of 2020). On hand for the film's central tale of sexual woe: Sally Field's mother Margaret as one of the unhelpful women stifling their future spouse's libido and the legendary Robert Clarke (Hideous Sun Demon, Frankenstein's Island, and many many more trash classics). All in all, A Modern Marriage (re-released, helpfully, as Frigid Wife) at least tries to look like a real film and tell a real story, which is more than you can say about a lot of its competition.