On the surface, this looks like one of those erotic 60s art-house flicks which were imported by American entrepreneurs solely for their sex content. It even possesses the de rigueur subtext exposing the moneyed class for its decadence and its exploitation of the naive masses. However, it's all a scam -- it was intentionally made in Puerto Rico by these self-same American entrepreneurs to resemble a European flick -- and quite successfully so.
The film is well enough constructed and filmed to be watchable, with plenty of nudity, though it's overly melodramatic and dully predictable for long stretches. As well, there are a couple of psychedelic sequences for Swinging Sixties buffs. The star Angelique is quite a dish and is not averse to shedding her threads at the least provocation. At the same time, the filmmakers strive to offend conservative viewers (in true pseudo-Euro style) by including a lascivious hypocritical priest among the sordid proceedings, by using a soda bottle as an erotic device, and by being a bit unsubtle about Angelique's relationship with her housecat.
The film is well enough constructed and filmed to be watchable, with plenty of nudity, though it's overly melodramatic and dully predictable for long stretches. As well, there are a couple of psychedelic sequences for Swinging Sixties buffs. The star Angelique is quite a dish and is not averse to shedding her threads at the least provocation. At the same time, the filmmakers strive to offend conservative viewers (in true pseudo-Euro style) by including a lascivious hypocritical priest among the sordid proceedings, by using a soda bottle as an erotic device, and by being a bit unsubtle about Angelique's relationship with her housecat.