Fast-forward to the beehive scene -- The Price Is Right dish Anitra Ford lording over a surreal alien reverie, with
a naked housewife coated from head to toe in honey and bees while chicks decked in king-sized Jackie-O shades
and unbuttoned lab coats rub themselves. Nothing else in this boringly campy '70s mock-sci fi reaches the same
level of irresistible chintziness, despite the parallel editing of a documentary on the mating habits of bees with foxy
Ford playing Scheherezade to a hairy-backed lecher. Who knows what screenwriter (and future director) Nicholas
Meyer (The Seven-Per-Cent Solution, Star Trek: The Wrath of Khan) had in mind when he toked this one up, but in
director Denis Sanders' logy reins the plot (sexy mutants taking over the world by effing men to death) has the ugly
ring of sisterhood bashing. It even fumbles the comic possibilities of a vixen-in-heat coming on to Billy Wilder
ogre Cliff Osmond. (Roger Corman got much more out of the female-insect junction in Wasp Woman.) With William Smith
and the too-seldom undressed Victoria Vetri.
--- Fernando F. Croce
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