Shockingly poor mixture of strip show footage (most of it filmed from a static position away from the action) and gangland melodrama.
Two brothers - big and small, the long and the short of it - invest their dirty old man uncle's money in a strip club. Two gangsters - a naff joker and a bald meathead - turn up demanding protection money. Eventually, after much repetition of threats and stripping plus the odd half-hearted sex scene with the little brother, uncle turns up and announces that he's got the heavies called off as his money all itself comes from the protection racket. And that's the end of that.
The film was clearly shoved together with as little care, attention and love as could humanly be imagined. As if the plot wasn't poorly conceived enough, the "script" shoves in a few scenes where the girls are scared of a ghost (!), some backstage banter (the only scenes where the film's name star, Mary Millington, has any dialogue) and much too much cheeky chappy "comedy" compèring from the long tall brother; this and much of the rest of the dialogue is littered by the worst jokes you will ever find yourself insulted by. This long tall brother is played by the offensive bit-part player John M. East, a down-at-heel nob who was surely the least deserving leading man to ever disgrace a British cinema screen.
This slipshod film was made at the fag end of the British sex comedy boom. After being stung by the flop of the execrable Confessions from the David Galaxy Affair, pornographer turned film producer David Sullivan decided not to hire a better director or scriptwriter but rather to keep the same careless creeps and simply give them less cash to squander. The result is cheap and sordid trash, reeking with contempt for both the girls who are forced to demean themselves by doing nothing but strip for the poorly-placed camera and an audience who were being asked to part with their hard-earned cash for this tat. Millington killed herself soon after this was in the can (perhaps she saw a cut of it?) but Sullivan continued to hire rogues to make what are presumably even worse films for a few more years.
Two brothers - big and small, the long and the short of it - invest their dirty old man uncle's money in a strip club. Two gangsters - a naff joker and a bald meathead - turn up demanding protection money. Eventually, after much repetition of threats and stripping plus the odd half-hearted sex scene with the little brother, uncle turns up and announces that he's got the heavies called off as his money all itself comes from the protection racket. And that's the end of that.
The film was clearly shoved together with as little care, attention and love as could humanly be imagined. As if the plot wasn't poorly conceived enough, the "script" shoves in a few scenes where the girls are scared of a ghost (!), some backstage banter (the only scenes where the film's name star, Mary Millington, has any dialogue) and much too much cheeky chappy "comedy" compèring from the long tall brother; this and much of the rest of the dialogue is littered by the worst jokes you will ever find yourself insulted by. This long tall brother is played by the offensive bit-part player John M. East, a down-at-heel nob who was surely the least deserving leading man to ever disgrace a British cinema screen.
This slipshod film was made at the fag end of the British sex comedy boom. After being stung by the flop of the execrable Confessions from the David Galaxy Affair, pornographer turned film producer David Sullivan decided not to hire a better director or scriptwriter but rather to keep the same careless creeps and simply give them less cash to squander. The result is cheap and sordid trash, reeking with contempt for both the girls who are forced to demean themselves by doing nothing but strip for the poorly-placed camera and an audience who were being asked to part with their hard-earned cash for this tat. Millington killed herself soon after this was in the can (perhaps she saw a cut of it?) but Sullivan continued to hire rogues to make what are presumably even worse films for a few more years.
