A divorcée, whose house is being fumigated, temporarily moves in with a friend, whose husband has recently passed away. Meanwhile two of the workmen make a bet that they can bed the women and the games are on. Mixed into the mess of filthy rich individuals are the divorcée's ex, her script-writer brother, his new African-American wife, the friend's precocious daughter, and the ghost of her husband. The film offers a satire on the social, racial, and hedonistic lifestyles of the rich and famous. Written by
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Great title; and in its day Bruce Wagner's extravagantly purple dialogue made a lot of eyes widen. In his fiction, Wagner scales astonishing heights of cruelty and scabrousness, but writing a SHAMPOO-style rondo, he seems miscast; it's as if Terry Southern had ambitions of being Ernst Lubitsch. There are savory performances generously sprinkled: Paul Mazursky is the wistful shade of a TV producer, brought by lust back to this mortal coil, and Wallace Shawn makes a sumptuous entrance, flanked by two LAPD officers, telling his hostess, "These perverse gentlemen have made a slanderous assertion."
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