Janet Flanders is swept off her feet when dashing businessman Brett Becker's sports-car nearly runs her over. In no time the dream prince becomes her adored lover, without promising her ... See full summary »
Could it be the workman, hanging undiscovered outside a boy's screenless window? He hangs there by his neck for days, perhaps weeks without being found, despite being in clear view from the outside, despite being less than a foot away from the boy's window; shouldn't there be flies? shouldn't the smell be intense?
But no, as you might suspect, it is this movie that stinks - stinks real bad. Whether its Andrew Stevens typical performance as...Andrew Stevens, or the Comic Relief Cop, or the Negroid (!) Slaveowner Werebeast, or the Giant Kitsch Indian Head Lamp, or, or, or...oh man, it's too bad to go on.
Miss it, unless you want to kill some time, and have a few (not many) laughs or groans at this painful wreck.
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