If you pick a bad movie from every year - 1960 on -- this film would be a top contender for all of the years rolled into one. Not that it tries to be a bad movie --- it's just predictably bad. From the first scene when Mark Goddard spies on Suzanne Pleshette while she's taking off her clothes and then she decides to neck with him. Then she moves thru a string of men. The "OMG - SCANDAL!!!!" of her first necking sessions where her mother finds out and has a heart attacks to other scandals that finally kill her mother - she just never learns. The story might be compelling if it weren't so predictable and then the dialogue -- almost like it was from 1965 instead of 1965! I will say this.... If they had the Golden Raspberries back then for bad film making, this would have scored so many, you could made jam with them.
Review of A Rage to Live
