With a title like that, you won't be surprised to learn this is a soft-core pornographic movie, in which Dorothy Abbott got her only lead. Based on a book by Darla Sloan, Miss Abbott portrays the author as a small-town reporter who is assigned by her editor to dig up the dirt on Tinseltown. When she says she doesn't have the experience, he leers and says she has the equipment. So off she goes and we get some of the dirt: the modeling, the burlesque shows, the collection of crackpots available for dates in the personals, and the catty lingerie models.
A lot of it is shot wild, with Miss Abbott providing a droning voice-over which shows she learned nothing of the art from five shows playing Jack Webb's girl friend on Dragnet. This was produced by the owner of a small chain of "Pussycat" movie houses, but the smut factor is all but unnoticeable to someone who is fond of pre-code and 1970s movies. True, you get to see the navels of some of the burlesque dancers, but there's no sign of any costumes being removed. There's a brief sequence of the 'dancers' in three-d, in which they throw stuff at the camera. I like to imagine the audience was throwing stuff at the movie screen at the same time.
Klaytan W. Kirby was generally a very poor director for this movie, but one of the dance numbers shows some competence. It is a harem-fantasy Apache sort of dance, with some bondage and sadism thrown into the mix. I'd like to call it a highlight, but in the Death Valley of the rest of the production, I cannot muster the enthusiasm.
