I'm not one to typically praise HGL as the man mostly created uninteresting garbage, even by exploitation standards, but this film almost rises above average. The plot is mostly an excuse to string together a series of sex scenes, but the dialog actually has a bit of wit to it. The flubbing of lines and stumbling dialog actually lends itself to a more credible experience as the actors come off as people who are a little too drunk but still looking for a good time. Even with the, unintentionally natural performances, the dialog sort of works at times with some of the characters actually showcasing a bit of wit that doesn't spiral into the absurd. I wouldn't suggest that one go out of their way to watch this but it is leagues better than most of the pot boilers he made through out his long career.
Review of The Ecstasies of Women
