Jock Mahoney is a strappin' hot shot detective with a way with the ladies that suits his name. But while investigating the murder of a colleague, he latches onto the three blondes alluded to in the title, each one of them grasping, calculating and like a preying mantis possibly willing to devour their partners after mating them. What worked as film noir in the 1840's fails miserably as a trash expose with wretched dialog, horribly non- sensical conversations and at least from the women in the film, some of the mist laughable examples of acting ever put on celluloid.
This ultra cheaply is tacky beyond belief, making dime novels seem like literature. Mahoney doesn't suffer as a result of the rest of the junk surrounding him and is supported by an amusing Jesse White who is less comical than normal but does manage to instill some giggles with the clichéd dialog he's forced to spout. Another issue is the fact that this starts off in the credits actually looking like a comedy, but ends up only being moderately and unintentionally unfunny.
This ultra cheaply is tacky beyond belief, making dime novels seem like literature. Mahoney doesn't suffer as a result of the rest of the junk surrounding him and is supported by an amusing Jesse White who is less comical than normal but does manage to instill some giggles with the clichéd dialog he's forced to spout. Another issue is the fact that this starts off in the credits actually looking like a comedy, but ends up only being moderately and unintentionally unfunny.