Review by jery-tillotson-1

When I saw this movie in 1968, it was in one of those cavernous old-time movie houses on 42nd Street in NYC--an area known as "The Deuce." The beautiful black and white photography, the nudity, the violence and some outstanding performances made this an unforgettable experience. Seeing a movie like this on a real movie screen made all the difference in conveying its power and beauty, rather than watching this on a small TV screen. Virginia Gordon was a real real stand-out with her classy looks but sensual face. The story line, too, was dynamic and it's a tragedy that many of these "soft-core" independent films have been lumped together as "garbage." Just take a look at the fabulous "Scream of the Butterfly," that's become a cult classic because of its outstanding black and white photography, story, director and casting.