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When mentioned at all, this movie is often compared (usually unfavorably) to a Russ Meyer film largely due to to the pendulous charms of its leading lady, Isabela Sarli. However, director Armando Bo, while technically less talented than Meyer (and seemingly unable to afford a dolly) is also refreshingly much less pretentious than Meyer, and his overripe, unintentially hilarious dialogue is much more entertaining than the wry, pseudo-hip dialogue penned by Meyer collaborators like Roger Ebert. This movie mostly resembles an especially entertaining Latin American telenovela except that it was shot on filmstock before liposuction and plastic surgery was all the rage and Latina actresses looked like human beings rather than plastic brunette sex dolls.
Sarli, who was the director's real-life wife, carries the movie, of course, as an insatiable woman who destroys the lives of everyone around her with her hilariously compulsive infidelities. Sarli certainly fits the physical mold of a south-of-the-border Meyer girl, but where Meyer's actresses were all pretty much strippers and Hollywood casting couch veterans not terribly different from the promiscuous characters they played in his movies, Sarli was reputedly a nice Catholic girl who hated doing nude scenes (which is kind of like finding out that Michael Jordan hated playing basketball) and whose international career never took off due to her loyalty to her hack-director husband. Thus Sarli is actually acting here a little, and while her talent may be strictly limited, at least she HAS some talent, which is more than can be said for most Meyer girls.
The best thing about this though is the cheesy Spanish music which is even more ridiculous than the dialogue but in Spanish and put to music ("Fuego! en tu boca/Fuego! en tu corazon/Fuego! en tu alma"). Listening to this over and over while watching Sarli have her voluptuous body licked dry by her homely lesbian maid after a nude swim or dressed only in a fur coat and fondling herself in front of male strangers on the street is truly a unique cinematic experience.
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