Like the follow-up to "The Bitch", this is a Joan/Jackie Collins vehicle which represents an epiphany of late 1970s excess and trash.
We are shown a group of privileged amoral silly people in a way which attempts to "glamorise" their vapid "shopping and shagging" lifestyle. So meet the improbably named "Khalid Fontaine" (Collins playing a pre-Alexis Alexis), owner of nightclub "The Hobo", possibly the tackiest dive to ever soil the streets of London, England. Oliver Tobias plays the titular lead, an anti-hero who we recoil from.
Every scene is more excessive and ridiculous than the one before. The dialogue is wooden and childish. Collins' delivery is at its worst ever (apart from the Bitch), and that's saying something. She feels compelled to pronounce the last word of every line as if it's written in CAPS LOCK, bold case and italics in the script.
The drugged-out swimming pool scene is horrific. Did we have to see Joan's chest? The whole film is like an over-imaginative, over-sexed 14 year old's fantasy of the way that rich people must live.
See it! See it now!
We are shown a group of privileged amoral silly people in a way which attempts to "glamorise" their vapid "shopping and shagging" lifestyle. So meet the improbably named "Khalid Fontaine" (Collins playing a pre-Alexis Alexis), owner of nightclub "The Hobo", possibly the tackiest dive to ever soil the streets of London, England. Oliver Tobias plays the titular lead, an anti-hero who we recoil from.
Every scene is more excessive and ridiculous than the one before. The dialogue is wooden and childish. Collins' delivery is at its worst ever (apart from the Bitch), and that's saying something. She feels compelled to pronounce the last word of every line as if it's written in CAPS LOCK, bold case and italics in the script.
The drugged-out swimming pool scene is horrific. Did we have to see Joan's chest? The whole film is like an over-imaginative, over-sexed 14 year old's fantasy of the way that rich people must live.
See it! See it now!