A movie that cries out for the Michael Ritchie or Robert Altman treatment is instead outsourced to the too somber Jerrold Freedman and the result is a roller derby film with virtually no laughs or fun. Also, the usually good scenarists Tom Rickman ("Coal Miners Daughter") and Calvin Clements (of "Gunsmoke" fame) provide rather flat, unmemorable dialogue. So, aside from a decent Raquel Welch performance, and a bit better than decent Helena Kallianiotes, as well as their shapely bods, there's not much to hold onto. C plus.
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