Cheap sexploitation and violence film written by the talentless Harold Robbins (who can't write about sex and violence?). Robbins was a Hemingway wannabe who exploited audiences for years with his simple-minded sleazy sex and violence formula, which worked well in the late 60s and early 70s, until audiences got bored with both elements of the formula, and turned to hard core porn instead of this junk. For violence, it is better implied than splashed all over the screen, unless you are going to do it well like The Wild Bunch. That film had professional actors, unlike this one, which only had Ernest Borgnine (who ironically was in The Wild Bunch). Candice Bergen is horribly miscast, and the storyline is scrambled more than the eggs at Cracker Barrel.
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