Typical 70s, AIP swill. About a third as good as this same director's later film for the studio, "Cleopatra Jones". And it makes good American International offerings like "Coffey" look like Bridge Over The Friggin Kwai. I stuck with it for an hour or so because I'm a big Stella Stevens fan and an even bigger Rip Torn fan and I very much agree with Joe Gillis, as he read Norma Desmond's memoirs, that it's fun to see just how bad bad writing can get. But when I realized, somewhere between the obligatory sex scene with JB and SS and what felt like the umpteenth car chase/fight/shooting, to music that sounded like Lalo Schiffrin with gastrointestinal issues, that I was watching rather pallid violence and soft core porn, I pulled the plug. Don't give many ratings lower than 4 on this site but I'll happily make an exception for this mongrel. D plus.
PS...This has to be the most uninspired cinematic look at Mexico City, well, ever.
PS...This has to be the most uninspired cinematic look at Mexico City, well, ever.