A stewardess is innocently delivering drugs from the Middle East to a New York emporium. When she starts asking too many questions, she's packed up in a crate and shipped to Morocco for white slavery duty. Her roommate and a hardboiled detective investigate. After a bizarre hallucinogenic opening, this 60s grope-fest takes a while to get going, but eventually becomes quite watchable, veering into roughie territory towards the end. More professionally made than most, it has live sound, clever editing and interesting backgrounds. Highlights include some very enthusiastic stunt work by a snake and the usual absurd pseudonyms in the credits (A. Pismo Clam, Rip Thonger). Not up to Findlay or Olga standards, but grind house obsessives should enjoy it.
