In his seminal short story, The Most Dangerous Game Richard Connell wrote “The world is made up of two classes – the hunters and the huntees.” This also applies (in my humble opinion) to movie lovers. I feel the world is made up of two classes – those who watch dull, dreary crap and those of us who love a ‘so-bad-its-good’ flick, and ladies (hunter) and gentleman (hunted) I present to you the 1969 winner of weirdest use of literature in the public domain since Winnie the Pooh slaughtered humans with Confessions of a Psycho Cat, a nudie-cutie with a plot (yeah… okay…) about a woman who hunts men for fun. They say ‘man’ is the most dangerous creature, but given mankind can make movies like this, we must preserve ourselves on the dangered species list to protect the future from being robbed of this kind of cinematic gold (or cinematic skat depending on what class you’re in)!
Only to be surpassed by Bob Guccione’s epic brava of Caligula has there ever been a film with more random nude scenes placed sporadically between fascinating plot points. The idea of taking the central concept of Connell’s public domain treasure and creating another story around it is nothing new (Bloodlust!, Turkey Shoot, Surviving the Game, Hard Target, and The Pest, just to name a select few), but what they did with this film was mix half a good idea and half a really cheap idea and brought us something that I equate to taking a dump in the forest: sure the scenery is pretty, but watch out for those snakes! Mix in the fact this is one of the very few films to actually star the real raging bull Jake La Motta (that’s entertainment!) and it is no surprise why this film has found a cult following over the years.
Virginia Marcus is a well-off socialite who thirsts for blood (you’re a rich girl). Like most wealthy people she decides to occupy her time hunting the poor (but you’ve gone too far). She finds herself a drug addict, an actor, and a professional wrestler, who are all desperate for money and will do anything they can to get it, even put a target on their backs! She offers them each $100,00 to survive the streets of Manhattan and the beastly men must do their best to stay alive from this beauty (she’s a man-eater).
Ricocheting your way at 69 (no pun intended) minutes, and directed by EVE (pseudonym for producers/directors Herbert S. Altman and Robert Worms) the team would go on to work on classics like Terror on Tape and Dirtymouth. The film does have a distinct reputation (ill-repute maybe) of being the first adaptation with a female antagonist (so woke they woke up). You can find this little killer on streaming like Tubi, but be sure to hunt for the great Something Weird Video special edition DVD, but like her prey, it’s pretty pricy! So head over to your neighbor’s “playtime” BBQ, slather on some outdated Worcester Sause, and while you watch this little trap of Hollyweird mush remember Connell wrote “There is no greater bore than perfection,” which this movie is!