The owner of a seedy, run-down strip club in New Orleans tries to save the building from being torn down by having it declared a historical landmark. The architect who visits in order to inspect the building, not realizing that its main use is as a joint so seedy that "dive" would be a step up, falls in love with the club's headline stripper (played by former Playboy centerfold Tracy Vaccaro). This mundo cheapo comedy looks like it was shot on home video. The performances are as wooden as a forest, the dialogue is trite, the sets are cheap... I have to wonder how small this film's budget was, since it didn't look like it cost anything. On the up side, there's quite a bit of nudity, and Tracy Vaccaro still looks great ten years after doing her bit in Playboy. But unless you're a die-hard fan of Ms. Vaccaro (which I must admit, I am), this one is not worth your time.
Review of Candy the Stripper
