The Bitch

Though I searched high and low, I couldn't find a copy of Joan Collins' previous movie, "The Stud", so I had to settle for watching this sequel. After watching the movie, I no longer have any desire to find the original film. Though sequels are typically bad, this movie was so bad that I simply could not picture "The Stud" being better. It's a shoddily made movie at times - some of the dialogue was obviously dubbed over in post- production. What's even worse is the story - more than a third into the movie, I was asking myself, "Just what is the point of this movie?" I asked myself that same question in the closing minutes of the movie! If you feel you can look over the pointless story and are just looking for trash, the movie still disappoints. Except for one mildly erotic sequence taking place at an indoor pool, the sporadic nude/sex sequences aren't the least bit enticing. If you want to see Joan Collins in a trashy movie, you'd be better of watching "Empire of the Ants".

Unfortunately, "The Bitch" is neither campy enough nor trashy enough to live down to its sensational(istic) title. In fact, apart maybe from a pool-orgy sequence, it is rather quaint. Joan Collins' character is hardly even a bitch - she is just rich and liberated. She does get to flash her magnificent bare body, which should be enough to get a rise out of most viewers, but this film is more of a promo for disco music than anything else.

Joan Collins seems to delight in filming some of the most trashy novels written by her sister Jackie, and playing the part of the most outrageous character in the book. How else can one explain her roles in the films of "The Stud" and its sequel "The Bitch"? Viewers comments in the IMDb database for "The Stud" probably say all that really needs saying about both of them. I find watching such films is rather like attending an unwanted disco party - it is painful whilst it lasts, and after it is over, I am left to ask myself what made me waste so much time doing something so futile. In the case of "The Bitch" this analogy is particularly appropriate as the lighting for much of the film is very like what one might expect to find at a disco, and is probably equally capable of leading to a headache. However there are usually short periods of enjoyment to provide some small consolation during even the most futile party. Watching this film, the consolation for me was a very short pool party which was free of psychedelic lighting effects and was not only more restful on the eyes but also quite amusing to watch. In consideration of this I will rate the film at two out of ten, rather than giving it only the one that it really deserves.

If you take "The Stud" as the height of the hedonistic campy and thrashy disco 70's then this is not your movie as it is a major let down.

Joan Collins revives her role as the hedonistic and sexually liberated Mrs. Fontain Khaled (read as "BITCH") is now divorced after her husband found incriminating evidence of her bonking Tony (The Stud.. if you remember) and is now doing every one in sight. She must be really bored with her sex life because in a few hours of her arrival in London she screws her driver????

And so the saga of sex and sin continues...and unfortunately the sex scenes in this movie can be summerised in one word.."AWFUL" The actors actually look so bored and lifeless it is amazing, plus there is the obligatory pool-orgy.

The only thing to ss in this movie is when the main titles roll, and as the title song comes on, we see Joan Collins without any make up (looking as pale as a milk ). As it continues she does a total make over and by the end completes looking like the BITCH she loves to play.

Worth only for die hard J.C. fans, but they may be disapointed.

An owner of a 1970's London disco gets sexually involved with a shady medallion man who may have dangerous Mafia links.

What a pile of junk this is! But, somehow and some way, I have a soft spot for it. A guilty pleasure that should be whispered lightly and only in limited company. It is so camp that on release it probably drove drag queen rushing towards the exits.

It does - however - capture the 70's disco scene and fashions as well as the faceless hits that pumped out of them. Clear and brainless padding though they are.

This is based on a (Jackie) Collins novel that shows the imagination of a newt: discos, glamour, the mob, diamonds, dancing and guys who think they look better with a thick moustache. If you were given the task of writing a script based on clichés you couldn't do better than this.

Lead Joan Collins, only a few years before so down-on-her-luck that she was signing on the dole, takes her clothes off for about six milliseconds to reveal a pale skinny body that has seen better days, but you still would, wouldn't you?

Everyone hated discos, even the people that went to them every week. Boring places where girls danced around handbags and every girl you spoke to was "waiting for her boyfriend." A plastic imitation of a good time. Not to mention that horrible, insisting, pounding music that made any dance floor conversation impossible. If there is a hell - it must be like a 70's disco.

Yes, you are probably going to hate it. Yes, you won't see what the point it is. But it is like a bad war film about a war that you went through yourself and have the scars to prove it - it keeps you involved even though there is a million other things that you really should be doing.