This part of that peculiar breed of film from the late 60s that involved old Hollywood pros pushing up against the rapidly changing styles of the time and emerging with material that was uniquely awful. The movie shifts wildly in tone, as if the filmmakers reconsidered how seriously to approach the material on a daily basis. The movie bumbles along awkwardly to the end, which happens to be a sharp freeze-frame in the middle of a satirical dog food commercial. That's the kind of movie it is.

Aldrich hits bottom trying to milk the has-been-actress cash-cow one more time.

Still another difficult movie to rate... I had the good fortune to see this camp classic in a theater years ago--I don't think the small screen could really do it justice. It's not a camp classic for the same reasons as, say,