Oh brother is this film a misfire! Awful does not even begin to describe it. I flew to Kansas to meet with the director to pitch a project and he was so drunk I walked out of the meeting. No wonder this film is such a mess. By the time he made the film he was a basket case and every minute of this dreadful film says that. There is so much that is wrong with it that it really is hard to begin but for me the scene in a topless bar was the last straw. The last thing I needed to see were a bunch of twirling breasts in my face! And to top that even poor Deborah Kerr was talked in to exposing herself in a love scene. Oh my God! After The King and I and Heaven Knows Mr. Allison! Oye!
Review of The Gypsy Moths
