Lonely and kindly toy store owner Julian (a fine and touching portrayal by Joe Santos) lets sweet, yet insatiable nymphomaniac Beverly (woodenly played by fetching blonde Heather Hall) reside in the basement of his place. Complications ensue when Beverly's snippy gal pal Joan (a deliciously snarky performance by attractive brunette Judy) suggests to her no-count lowlife boyfriend Rook (a nicely slimy turn by John Aristedes) that he rob Julian's toy store in order to pay off his mounting gambling debts.
Writer/director Joe Sarno alas allows the ridiculously convoluted story to unfold at a plodding pace, fails to generate much in the way of erotic sizzle, and stages the contrived downbeat ending in a flat manner. Fortunately, Sarno captures the smoky atmosphere of a seedy dive bar well enough, there's a satisfying smattering of bare distaff skin (special kudos go to June Roberts and Marlene Starr as a couple of buxom bar girls), and having Beverly do the deed with various guys in the cellar of the toy store rates as an inspired deviant touch. The acting is generally sound (Younbg in particular excels in a real juicy part and even belts out a torchy blues song at one point), although Hall's stiff line readings and lack of expressiveness make it difficult for the viewer to care much about her character. Stan Free's groovy bebop jazz score and the crisp black and white cinematography by Jerry Kalogeratos are both up to speed. While not one of Sarno's best, this film nonetheless passes muster as an acceptable entry in Sarno's teeming oeuvre.
Writer/director Joe Sarno alas allows the ridiculously convoluted story to unfold at a plodding pace, fails to generate much in the way of erotic sizzle, and stages the contrived downbeat ending in a flat manner. Fortunately, Sarno captures the smoky atmosphere of a seedy dive bar well enough, there's a satisfying smattering of bare distaff skin (special kudos go to June Roberts and Marlene Starr as a couple of buxom bar girls), and having Beverly do the deed with various guys in the cellar of the toy store rates as an inspired deviant touch. The acting is generally sound (Younbg in particular excels in a real juicy part and even belts out a torchy blues song at one point), although Hall's stiff line readings and lack of expressiveness make it difficult for the viewer to care much about her character. Stan Free's groovy bebop jazz score and the crisp black and white cinematography by Jerry Kalogeratos are both up to speed. While not one of Sarno's best, this film nonetheless passes muster as an acceptable entry in Sarno's teeming oeuvre.