Scorpio '70

There is one thing to commend Scorpio 70 and that is that it manages to inject a hint of cinematic sophistication into what is otherwise a pretty dreary late '60s-early '70s sexploitation film. Taking cues from the stylings of the nouvelle vague it uses a non-linear style of story telling that is unexpected in a low rent production and hints that maybe there was a hint of talent behind the lens.

Couples join a cruise on what must surely be the world's smallest passenger ship, among them newlyweds, too long weds, and a scheming heroin importer and his rent-a-wife. Much like Sunset Boulevard (probably the only time I'll ever use that film while discussing a low budget grinder), it starts with a body being hauled out of the water and we then see how it got there.

A not particularly attractive cast doesn't really help things either but they're generally competent given the level of the script. Helped by rare color photography but it's a pretty hard slog, best for devotees only.