Reviews

Director/writer Wishman has no flair for comedy, and star Sammy Petrillo has less: endless lame jokes, interspersed with completely gratuitous sex scenes, one of which is perhaps the most erotic Wishman's ever shot. The movie's theme ("Is there sex after marriage?") presumably was of concern to Wishman, who began her second marriage right around the time this was made, but there's none of her characteristic tension as everything is played (badly) for laughs.

A classic Wishman theme: male sexual insecurity plus female sexual desire (represented here by golden earrings) equals lots of violence. But somehow it's less intense than her earlier roughies, perhaps because of the larger cast or more frequent scene changes (invariably proceeded by "walking on the sidewalk" filler).

Ever watch a dull, plotless movie just to see naked women?

Director Doris Wishman is known for pushing genre conventions to the limit, and here she combines wall-to-wall T&A with a phenomenally predictable storyline and a stunningly silly ending. (A few naked men, too, but they're not the focus.) The unrelenting wholesomeness may be shocking if you're familiar with Wishman's later, far seedier work.

Cheap, amateurish, unimaginative, exploitative... but don't think it'll have redeeming amusement value. About as unentertaining, uninstructive and just plain dull as a film can be.

Two would-be assassins take a lesbian couple and their houseguest hostage. The entire film is shot in one apartment with only five actors, making this perhaps Wishman's most claustrophobic film. Then there are the usual touches: shower scenes; black lingerie; brutal, leering men; helpless, strangely aloof women; cutaways to furniture; feet; and a surprise ending. The fantasy dream sequence is a standout. Also, a can't-miss for Darlene Bennett fans as I think it's her biggest role.