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"The Flesh Merchant" (or "The Wild and Wicked") is fairly typical of 50's exploitation cinema in that it denounces a moral evil (in this case, young, innocent girls who are tricked into prostitution under the guise of becoming models) while at the same time titillating the audience with scenes of scantily clad women (and even a quick flash of bare buttocks). That being said, "The Flesh Merchants" is one of the more interesting films in the grindhouse genre. This is largely due to the acting, which is above par for most films of its kind. Lisa Rack, who plays the prostitute sister of the young innocent ingenue, is especially good. She infuses her dialogue (and a couple of sizable monologues) with a lot more fire and expression than entire casts of other low-budget films, and makes you sit up and take notice (even though a lot of the dialogue is pretty laughable). It's a shame that she doesn't seem to have any other film credits, because she certainly could have gone places.

All in all, this is one of the more watchable "Adults Only" films of the 50's. You can certainly do worse. I know I have.

"Gun Girls" is a pretty sorry entry in the 50's juvenile delinquent potboiler parade. The story is pretty typical: teens girls ignore their probation officer's advice and pull burglaries and robberies, until they get in too far over their heads, and must pay the ultimate price. The acting, dialogue, sets, and even the editing are strictly amateurish (some scenes end too abruptly, others linger way past the point where the director should have yelled "cut!!"). But the film's biggest problem (or highlight, if you're into camp) are the gun girls themselves. To put it rather bluntly, these girls ain't girls. There isn't one of them who looks to be under 40. When the film opens with a shot of some pretty hard boiled looking gals in a police line-up, and the narrator starts talking about juvenile delinquency, you have to wonder who he's talking about. These "teenagers" look old enough to be the parents of teenagers!!

All this, plus a death scene at the film's end that goes on longer than Ali MacGraw's in "Love Story", make for pretty rough sledding, even for lovers of bad cinema.

If anything, "Zeta One" (a.k.a. "The Love Factor" and "Alien Women") proves that the U.S.A. doesn't have a lock on cheesy soft-core porn movies. In this one, a race of alien women (many of whom run around topless) kidnap earth women to repopulate their world. What sounds like a fun spoof of spy movies and sci-fi flicks fails miserably, due to many factors, not the least of which is that there's simply no point of view. The cast (and the script) seem to meander around without any real purpose. The secret agent character, James Word (played by Robin Hawdon of "When Dinosaurs Ruled the Earth") seems to have two purposes in the movie: to have sex with every woman who crosses his path, and smoke cigarettes, since he doesn't seem to do anything else. A part like his takes a deft comedic touch, which Hawdon just doesn't have. The story is told in flashback, and the framing sequences featuring Hawdon and lovely Yutte Stensgaard seem to indicate trouble with the original film (Hawdon has a moustache in the main body of the film, but is without it in the framing sequences). Scenes dealing with a strip-poker game and Word's ultimate fate go on for what seems like an eternity without any real payoff. And top-billed James Robertson Justice gives a textbook example of a "where's-my-paycheck?" type performance. The British have a reputation for stuffiness, and if this movie is any indication, it is a reputation well-deserved.