I've watched 5 of Zoltan Spencer/(Crilly)'s films and he never mastered even rudimentary film-making technique. This is one of his least competent efforts, redeemed only by surefire low angle breast shots for the fetishist (I plead guilty).
The underachieving Spence chooses as simple a format as possible: Joe is a strip club manager who provides self-serving narration for this silent film (shot MOS). He has a couple of lines of dialog post-synched at the downbeat finale. Effect more closely resembles an hour-long (ugh!) porno loop, rather than an actual feature film.
Four attractive women are cast as strippers, 3 of them top heavy. One is a "reluctant" bar girl recruited in a pinch into stripping, and she unconvincingly feigns awkwardness before becoming Joe's star attraction with a belly dancing routine. Pat Barrington is such a familiar porn icon of the era that she's obviously miscast as this neophyte. She is upstaged in this film by a blonde stripper with a pixie haircut and torpedo shaped breasts that actually outdo Barrington's famous silicone-enhanced pair.
Nominal storyline between stripping and simulated sex scenes has the blonde plus a dominant stripper pal becoming angered at Cindy (cast remains anonymous and even Pat is called Cindy in the credits) so they torture her with the then de rigeur whipped cream, giving her a thorough licking. No frontal nudity in this '68 opus, although one bathtub scene has perhaps a single frame revealing bush that was beyond the capabilities of my DVD player, which can only slow things down to 1/8's normal speed.
In common with Crilly's other works, there is a bondage theme running through here, though unlikely to impress the current deviant audience that buys so-called Adventure DVD's of women tied up and gagged for fun & profit. (NOTE to IMDb: please reclassify the thousands of 21st Century videos of that ilk as porn rather than putting them into the "Adventure" genre due to lack of "hardcore penetration"!!) I liked the self-consciously noir ending for its convincing cynicism and living up to the film's title. But apart from a couple of minutes or so of ogling from a vantage point below Pat and the blonde dancing topless this one is a long slog for the gentle soft porn viewer. The repeated over & over "after hours" jazz-style score is soporific and combined with absence of dialog to ensure a lot of snoring during this baby's theatrical run.
