HER LAST FLING starts promisingly with a beautiful heroine (Sandy Pinney) gazing wistfully from her terrace above the city, but director Carlos Tobalina soon plunges his film into repetitive, pointless orgy footage, randomly constructed like so many pounds of flesh. That isn't a bad description, because this filmmaker is only interested in selling sex by the pound.
With repeated shots of Sandy in her brand-new Caddy convertible, action shifts at will between home base of Frisco (that's where all the porn stars work) and Vegas, latter providing the usual travelogue footage of her wandering the Strip. Major orgy scenes featuring many familiar bodies and faces (though several listed in IMDb like John Holmes do not appear according to my eyeballing, while others including Carlos regular Sharon Thorpe, do) are doled out in chunks in no particular order within this scatterbrained exercise.
Mainly related via heroine's monotone voice-over narration, the weak plot line has her diagnosed by a salt & pepper haired doc with an unmentioned terminal illness (likely the dreaded Ali MacGraw disease that felled her in LOVE STORY). When the same dumb doc, after getting his bell rope pulled along the way, reappears near film's end to announce to her: "The syndrome's completely disappeared", I was thrilled at the coincidence that this dog was reissued on DVD by none other than Vinegar Syndrome.
Sandy is beautiful but it's clear why she didn't become a big star - as in a better movie she made with John Leslie her acting is suspect. She stares a lot and seems to have spent a lot more time with her hairdresser than attending Sandy Meisner acting classes. The gimmick that with only months to live she can live it up wears thin quickly and is simply an excuse for Carlos to do his orgy thing, as witness typically dumb dialog: "The way to really get to know people is at an orgy".
As with many other recent VS reissues of CT movies, the question is raised regarding film preservation - does a beautiful, pristine print version of a terrible movie really matter? I'm glad companies with integrity like Vinegar are using excellent elements to transfer their film reissues to DVD (counteracting the idiotic campaign that it is preferable to watch scratched, shredded and damaged old movies to preposterously "relive" the original filmmaking experience (pure hogwash, I was there going to movies in the '60s and '70s and with luck we saw quality, well-projected prints)). But these Tobalina films were cinematic sow's ears then and will remain so forever.
With repeated shots of Sandy in her brand-new Caddy convertible, action shifts at will between home base of Frisco (that's where all the porn stars work) and Vegas, latter providing the usual travelogue footage of her wandering the Strip. Major orgy scenes featuring many familiar bodies and faces (though several listed in IMDb like John Holmes do not appear according to my eyeballing, while others including Carlos regular Sharon Thorpe, do) are doled out in chunks in no particular order within this scatterbrained exercise.
Mainly related via heroine's monotone voice-over narration, the weak plot line has her diagnosed by a salt & pepper haired doc with an unmentioned terminal illness (likely the dreaded Ali MacGraw disease that felled her in LOVE STORY). When the same dumb doc, after getting his bell rope pulled along the way, reappears near film's end to announce to her: "The syndrome's completely disappeared", I was thrilled at the coincidence that this dog was reissued on DVD by none other than Vinegar Syndrome.
Sandy is beautiful but it's clear why she didn't become a big star - as in a better movie she made with John Leslie her acting is suspect. She stares a lot and seems to have spent a lot more time with her hairdresser than attending Sandy Meisner acting classes. The gimmick that with only months to live she can live it up wears thin quickly and is simply an excuse for Carlos to do his orgy thing, as witness typically dumb dialog: "The way to really get to know people is at an orgy".
As with many other recent VS reissues of CT movies, the question is raised regarding film preservation - does a beautiful, pristine print version of a terrible movie really matter? I'm glad companies with integrity like Vinegar are using excellent elements to transfer their film reissues to DVD (counteracting the idiotic campaign that it is preferable to watch scratched, shredded and damaged old movies to preposterously "relive" the original filmmaking experience (pure hogwash, I was there going to movies in the '60s and '70s and with luck we saw quality, well-projected prints)). But these Tobalina films were cinematic sow's ears then and will remain so forever.