1/10
Or, what happens when a singer strays too far from The Lobster House...
11 March 2017
Wretched melodrama with softcore overtures has hip-grinding entertainer at a beachfront nightclub flirting his way into a recording contract, but the busty lady executive who discovered him--and who was apparently instrumental in the accident that paralyzed her husband!--could ruin his chances for stardom. Vanity project for B-movie actor Peter Carpenter, who co-produced and co-authored the original story for this, his final starring feature before his death. For aficionados of cinematic trash, the ridiculous final reel (starting with a man-woman tussle on the lawn, followed by a laughable tag) may be worth the abysmal rest. Carpenter, who had previously played a Mountie in a Russ Meyer flick, transparently emulates Meyer's penchant for bare breasts and behinds mixed with bloodshed, yet his plot is too ordinary (and his singing talents too minimal) to stir up much excitement. 'Terror'? Truly. * from ****
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