What an awful, miserable picture this is.
The writing is atrocious. Richard Benjamin is just too simplistic in the role. Nothing, absolutely nothing makes sense here.
After coming back from lunch and viewing his co-worker dead on the floor, Benjamin tries to take stock of his life. Excuse the pun, but it's nothing in comparison to how awful this film is. Benjamin soon proves that he has a fetish for seeing women in the raw. When he is caught by his wife, Joanna Simkus, taking pictures of women in the raw, she flees to her sister's house. The sister is the supposed conventional Elizabeth Ashley. The latter wants to test her brother-in-law out to see how bad he really is. Does she have ulterior methods? Had she, the film might have succeeded
Adam West appears as the henpecked husband of Ashley who finally lets loose at the end.
The scene with the 4 of them having a psychiatrist interviewing them is ludicrous at best.
There is little to no meaning here and the picture just draws one big blank.
The writing is atrocious. Richard Benjamin is just too simplistic in the role. Nothing, absolutely nothing makes sense here.
After coming back from lunch and viewing his co-worker dead on the floor, Benjamin tries to take stock of his life. Excuse the pun, but it's nothing in comparison to how awful this film is. Benjamin soon proves that he has a fetish for seeing women in the raw. When he is caught by his wife, Joanna Simkus, taking pictures of women in the raw, she flees to her sister's house. The sister is the supposed conventional Elizabeth Ashley. The latter wants to test her brother-in-law out to see how bad he really is. Does she have ulterior methods? Had she, the film might have succeeded
Adam West appears as the henpecked husband of Ashley who finally lets loose at the end.
The scene with the 4 of them having a psychiatrist interviewing them is ludicrous at best.
There is little to no meaning here and the picture just draws one big blank.