Mark Miller is a New York reporter assigned to write a series of stories about Swedish night life and make out with as many blondes as possible. Among those he gets involved with is Anita Thallaug, who performs in a night club in a bustiere. She is also a dope addict. To follow up this story, Miller tracks down the head of the drug ring.
After a lifetime of distinguished Swedish film makers like Bergman, Lindhof, Sjöström, and Molander, it's a bit of a relief to find an ordinary B movie from a Swedish director, in this case, Robert Brandt . Brandt does not meditate on fate, a world without a G*d, or any of the deep-dish topics I have grown used to. No, he shows us the seamy side of life, with a shoot-out in an amusement park, with Miller wielding a gun so much better than the Swedish police, a couple of whom get shot by the bad guy. After all, he's an American, which is why all the Swedish women love him.
This doesn't make it a distinguished movie in the least. The best that I can say is that it's an ordinary movie that could be set any place. At least the dubbing into English for the American release was good.
