1/10
I Guess I Missed the Point
20 June 2019
People are going crazy on here talking about how cool and awesome this ten-star, great piece of kitsch is. It's a piece alright, but something that rhymes not with kitsch, but rather with kit.

Roger Ebert is a brilliant writer and film reviewer, and I like large breasted women near as much as Russ Meyer, but if this is meant to be an example of their best, then I sure missed the point.

It's not bad enough to be a film so bad that the Mystery Science Theater 3000 guys could rip into it, and it's definitely not self-aware the way "Black Dynamite" is; it's just bad, period.

I've heard about this film for 40 years. Boobs and drama! Hardly. I didn't see any naked women any longer than 3 seconds at a time. Hell, you can see more than that on any cable tv show. And that's not because it was a different time. There were plenty of movies with nudity in the late 60's/early 70's!

The only thing this movie has going for it is Cynthia Meyers, who is a Playboy Playmate, and turns out to be just as comfortable on screen as she was posing naked for a still frame picture.

Even technically, the film is bad. Strange shots that would be creative if they connected to the rest of the scene, unbelievably hacky editing, and sound mixing that will make you jump out of your seat.

I guess it's a good capture of the Los Angeles swinging singles drug scene of the early 70's (?), but there's a half-dozen films made st the same time that do a way better job of capturing it.

If you dig, dig it. But if you don't, it's not you, trust me. You're just like me, because I sure as hell didn't get it.
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