This 60's sexploitation flick starts right out with an attempted date-rape scene and stays pretty sleazy throughout. This is sort of the dirty-movie version of the boy who cried wolf except it's the gal who cried rape. And just like the above quote reinforces she's a real bitchy character and a total tease to everyone before getting her kicks by ruining the lives of every fellow she meets. By the end of the film she meets up with an actual rapist(also a garage rock singer and, I think, part-time pimp but I wasn't too clear on that point) and by this point in the film you're rooting for her attacker which makes you feel like a real scumbag but that happens fairly often when viewing films from this era. There's lesbian ass massages(where we get the classic line of "I may be a bitch but I'll never be a butch", long scenes of ladies changing clothes, the obligatory giant 60's panties and a bloody dream sequence involving whips. A good watch for old time perverts and degenerates. Producer Dave Friedman shows up as a juror in a cameo.
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