Bardlerx Strictly average movie

Mjeteconer Just perfect...

Matialth Good concept, poorly executed.

Sameer Callahan It really made me laugh, but for some moments I was tearing up because I could relate so much.

ofumalow Ted. V. Mikels made some delightfully daft camp Z-movies (esp. "The Doll Squad") and many others which are outre (or not) but just a challenge to sit through. This early one sits in the middle of that scale--which is to say, still pretty low in the general scheme of things. The mostly dreary ultra-low-budget crime drama is spiced by scenes of go-go dancers, sometimes choreographed as an ensemble. It's nowhere near the worst amongst grindhouse/drive-in sexploitation features of the era, with better production values than many (which isn't saying much). For instance, it's a bit more professional than what H.G. Lewis was doing at the time. But it's still pretty dreadful.

mikelmike77 Really cheap and bad and funny because its cheap and bad and trying its best to be a real film . Ted Mikels is a leader in this genre , that is the garbage genre , but in the moments where his films aren't horribly slow moving they are funny because of the low quality of the acting and technical work . Leo , who was Judy Garlands husband at one time , is decent as the slimy club owner / pusher . Buzz is bad as his part , a rebel and junior ladies man extrordinaire , who picks up Michele a would be dancer who finally makes to the top of the dancing world by headlining at the Haunted House , a well known hot spot somewhere . But shes headed downward until Critter rescues her , all in all bad fun .

Miz_Behavin24 This movie I first saw via the MST3000 series, and have to admit, it's not the worst movie they ever have spoofed. However, I agree with the person who wrote about the movie being a combined story/plot. It starts out a bit fuzzy.....Buz's foiled attempts at robbing "Eat" were not clear to me until I'd seen the movie a few times.....and I wasn't sure exactly where the Critter guy fit in. After a few scenes, it started to piece itself together, and for a 1969 movie, wasn't all that bad......until the movie became less focused on Michele's dream to become a dancer, and more focused on Buz's drug-dealing. That's where the film splits in two. I was content with the first half, but bored to tears in the second. Of course, MST3000 certainly helped plod it along, and I probably wouldn't have watched the movie otherwise, but none-the-less.....I would say the movie had several different writers who couldn't agree on one story-line!

EuroNYC7 When I first watched this piece of junk, it was in the company of my MST3K buddies, Mike and his irrepressible funny robots Crow and Tom Serbo...thank goodness for such an occasion, because frankly there is no way in hell I would have seen it "MST3K-free"!! For a moment, I could've sworn the Buzz character was Regis Philbin in his early acting career before "Regis and Kathy Lee" hit the spotlight well over a decade later (hey, got to start somewhere!)... until the credits later rolled and discovered it was a total unknown by the name of Tom Pace (WHO???) Some bubble-headed coffee-shop gal takes up on an offer to ride with the RP look-alike, picking up a simpleton loser named Critter in the process, and heading for possibly the biggest Red Light District L.A. has to offer...just so she can be a dancer! God, what a waste of film! Throw in some real bad acting, atrocious editing (The U.S.S. Enterprise had to be orbiting Earth that day because the way Buzz suddenly "beams" into the screen in the restaurant booth...), the sleaziest, oil-enhanced night club owners ever seen, not to mention a senseless dune buggy shot, an unheard-of prison system program with thugs walking in and out of a jail at will, lousy songs and the Beach Boy-wannabes that perform them, and finally a dialog that can only compete with that of a '70s porno flick, and you've got yourself two choices: Watch it on its original version in which case you will senselessly throw away two hours of your lifetime...or watch the MST3K Version, and get yourself a bucketful of laughs. The guys from the Satellite of Love will brand it their hysterical form of justice.