Look, this film had promise, but one feels, the movie doesn't have the full effect as anticipated. Not being able to get past a rape, when she was thirteen, and never been, now hot thirties aged Pickett, who turns in a wonderful sexy performance, has worn down her suffering husband, (Primus) when wanting to make love. Whenever a man appears or she's touched by a masculine touch, she reacts, though one of two of Pickett's reactions seemed, overacted, or may'be that's just how her character is. With her husband gone away, and later, firing a young Chicano stud servant and maid, getting it on, in one of her rooms, she's left on her lonesome, where fantasy entwines with reality. She deals with some very real and dangerous situations, in the form of some unwanted and accepting intruders. This is taking up a few unsettling notches, with a bold, narcissistic writer, who shows up a couple of times, who becomes the charming hero of the peace. And it's no surprise at all, that he's the charming knight in disguise. The film suffers cause it doesn't go deep enough into the core of Pickett's problems. To me, there was a lot of some wasted scenes, the fantasy ones, too brief, not explained well, where they seemed more concerned with eroticism. It's hit or miss, more so, miss, where the end result is muddled, but the film's style is typical Vadam. Primus is very good, and Gene Davis, stereotyped, as a creepy stud rapist, where Joanna Cassidy has never looked sexier. Splendid Pickett does make the film one to watch. Not without interest, definitely. The last scene with Pickett cured, over where the end credits is absurd, is judged with the briefness, prefore.
