We're at a ski resort and Sabine Wollin is being pursued by best friends (and sexual rivals) Ekkehardt Belle and Claus Obalski. Wollin likes them both and refuses to pick one, so each stages elaborate practical jokes to knock the other one out and get some alone time with Wollin.
Quite abruptly, Wollin receives a letter telling her that her uncle has died and left a taxi business in Hong Kong and a string of restaurants in Manila to Wollin and her cousin Gina Janssen, an airline stewardess (of course). Wollin decides to fly to Hong Kong to check out the taxi business and then meet Janssen in Manila. The boys decide to go with her because otherwise there'd be no movie.
I'll cut to the chase. Neither business pans out, stranding the three first in Hong Kong (allowing them to experience a night of Asian stereotypes) and then Manila. This is a ferociously unfunny film that exists strictly to be a nudity delivery device. That it does quite heroically. Wollin slips out of her clothes so easily and frequently that I became concerned that she may have some sort of neurological impairment. Every other woman in the film is either nude or soon-to-be-nude.
So look ... I'm no prude, and if I don't enjoy nudity as much as the next guy, I at least enjoy as much as the guy next to him. But movies like this just manage to make nudity boring, and all it really offers in compensation is Asian and gay stereotypes. It's really not a nudity-on-film-high point.
I lie. The German disco band Dschinghis Khan suddenly show up and sing a song in a Hong Kong sex club. I absolutely loved every second of that.
Quite abruptly, Wollin receives a letter telling her that her uncle has died and left a taxi business in Hong Kong and a string of restaurants in Manila to Wollin and her cousin Gina Janssen, an airline stewardess (of course). Wollin decides to fly to Hong Kong to check out the taxi business and then meet Janssen in Manila. The boys decide to go with her because otherwise there'd be no movie.
I'll cut to the chase. Neither business pans out, stranding the three first in Hong Kong (allowing them to experience a night of Asian stereotypes) and then Manila. This is a ferociously unfunny film that exists strictly to be a nudity delivery device. That it does quite heroically. Wollin slips out of her clothes so easily and frequently that I became concerned that she may have some sort of neurological impairment. Every other woman in the film is either nude or soon-to-be-nude.
So look ... I'm no prude, and if I don't enjoy nudity as much as the next guy, I at least enjoy as much as the guy next to him. But movies like this just manage to make nudity boring, and all it really offers in compensation is Asian and gay stereotypes. It's really not a nudity-on-film-high point.
I lie. The German disco band Dschinghis Khan suddenly show up and sing a song in a Hong Kong sex club. I absolutely loved every second of that.