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| Richard Harris | ... | Jason Ogilvy | |
| Jennifer Dale | ... | Laura | |
| George Peppard | ... | Jim Daley | |
| Jeanne Moreau | ... | Lili Marlene | |
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Winston Rekert | ... | Antonio Montoya |
| Alexandra Stewart | ... | Clara | |
| Jan Rubes | ... | Psychiatrist | |
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Michael Kane | ... | Steinhart |
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Peter Hutt | ... | Peter |
| Victor Désy | ... | Physician | |
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Michelle Martin | ... | Maryvonne |
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Mandy Hallson | ... | Dancer at Private Club |
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Lesley Rae Robinson | ... | Second Dancer |
| Roger Garceau | ... | Jeweller | |
| Gérard Buhr | ... | Hotel Clerk | |
An influential businessmen is stressed out by work. This leads to him being unable to perform in bed. He gets paranoid that his wife will start cheating on him. This idea, however, slowly becomes more and more appealing to him.
Ordinarily, I'm not disgusted with movies. And probably this movie did what it set out to do if its' aim was to disgust audiences. Subject: old guy can't get it up, nor can the other robber baron (played by George Peppard). Wife loves him, but he can't believe that since he's so concerned about his age, and her youth.
Kind of sad to see all this, pre-Viagra of course. It would be a great 2 hour ad for Viagra, but doesn't have much else in it; unless you like the snuff-dancing done by the dancer. Macho looking guy is turned into a slave in a very humiliating manner. It made me feel pretty dirty to watch this movie, as though I were a voyeaur.
Watching Richard Harris do his push-ups was a great spectacle, and I don't mind THAT kind of voyeaur-ing. No accounting for tastes, I guess.