Dreadful sex farce that wishes it had the nerve to be soft-core.
Sixties starlet Ann-Margret plays an good-girl aspiring author who's determined to sell her stories to a girlie magazine, rather than one where people might read the text. It goes downhill from there, editor Tony Franciosa rejects her writing and asks her to pose semi-nude instead, and of course that makes her fall in love with him. And set out to convince him that she's enough of a slut to interest him, by doing things like letting some beefy guys dip her in paint and roll her around a canvas (an unforgettable scene), and pretend to be an alcoholic. So he kidnaps her and tries to rape her, and she runs home to mother (virtue intact) and they both die, and the film is reversed and they don't. I'm not making this up!
Amazingly bad in a very sixties way; if this was the sexual revolution give me the PC nineties.
Sixties starlet Ann-Margret plays an good-girl aspiring author who's determined to sell her stories to a girlie magazine, rather than one where people might read the text. It goes downhill from there, editor Tony Franciosa rejects her writing and asks her to pose semi-nude instead, and of course that makes her fall in love with him. And set out to convince him that she's enough of a slut to interest him, by doing things like letting some beefy guys dip her in paint and roll her around a canvas (an unforgettable scene), and pretend to be an alcoholic. So he kidnaps her and tries to rape her, and she runs home to mother (virtue intact) and they both die, and the film is reversed and they don't. I'm not making this up!
Amazingly bad in a very sixties way; if this was the sexual revolution give me the PC nineties.