Truly awful, and an absolute embarrassment for Rita Hayworth, just as "Angel, Angel, Down We Go" was for Jennifer Jones, what "The Big Cube" was for Lana Turner and what "Bunny O'Hare" was for Bette Davis, an aging star's effort to seem "groovy". "Trog" for Joan Crawford was a masterpiece compared to this. At least Hayworth looks glamorous here, playing a bored, frustrated socialite, having an affair with the much younger Stephen Elliott since her wheelchair bound husband (Ford Rainey) can't satisfy her.
Elliott, who's proud of the fact that he drives ah Edsel, is bedding at least two other women (one white, one black), and when Rainey attacks him and his wife, a bizarre twist leaves Hayworth full of rage and revenge. Wearing a cheap knock off Bonnie Parker hat, Fay Spain hurls racist epithets at Fleurette Carter whom Elliott claims is his maiden, using terms not heard since 1940 to describe her. It's weird and just tacky, especially since the three share some happy grass mixed with LSD.
Much of what's happening is unnecessary filter, and you wonder why they bothered at all. This might document late 60's/early 70's counterculture, but the plot that's set up with Elliott and Hayworth ends up completely on the backburner. Spain has hallucinations during a lengthy drug party while Elliott heads to deal with Hayworth after a long gap so she can taunt him over what she told the police. The smell of a zoo before they clean it is preferable to this garbage, and the only blessing for Hayworth fans back when this came out is that it barely got released.
Elliott, who's proud of the fact that he drives ah Edsel, is bedding at least two other women (one white, one black), and when Rainey attacks him and his wife, a bizarre twist leaves Hayworth full of rage and revenge. Wearing a cheap knock off Bonnie Parker hat, Fay Spain hurls racist epithets at Fleurette Carter whom Elliott claims is his maiden, using terms not heard since 1940 to describe her. It's weird and just tacky, especially since the three share some happy grass mixed with LSD.
Much of what's happening is unnecessary filter, and you wonder why they bothered at all. This might document late 60's/early 70's counterculture, but the plot that's set up with Elliott and Hayworth ends up completely on the backburner. Spain has hallucinations during a lengthy drug party while Elliott heads to deal with Hayworth after a long gap so she can taunt him over what she told the police. The smell of a zoo before they clean it is preferable to this garbage, and the only blessing for Hayworth fans back when this came out is that it barely got released.