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Just what I expected

Good movie but grossly overrated

It is a whirlwind of delight --- attractive actors, stunning couture, spectacular sets and outrageous parties.

All of these films share one commonality, that being a kind of emotional center that humanizes a cast of monsters.

Of all Jess Franco/Erwin C. Dietrich collaborations during the mid to late 1970s, this is the most bizarre. The two prolific auteurs here turn the tables on the 'women in prison' dramas for which they are collectively best known, by making 'respectable' men very much the prisoners, and seductive, glamourous women are in charge. Blue Rita (Martine Fléty) demands total obedience, sexual and otherwise, of her female co-horts, and their various forms of indoctrination are dwelt upon in typically lingering scenes of softcore lesbian activity. Franco achieves some haunting compositions with these scenes - which serves as a precursor for the kind of thing he did, more explicitly, in his latter-day One-Shot Productions - with many liaisons filmed through a fish-tank, and with misty disorientation within the sci-fi love/torture parlours.The look of this film is very different from the usual perception of an Uncle Jess film. No swaying palm trees or majestic, sun-drenched beaches. Instead, we have Parisian walk-ways, exotic, bustling streetways and picturesque city-scapes. Interiors are confined - or perhaps that should be unconfined - to chambers that wouldn't look out of place in 'Barbarella' or 'Logan's Run'; spacious and featureless, less like a sensuous boudoir and more like a set for an early music video, complete with dry ice.The characters are not massively well-defined, lost somewhat beneath the impressive and heavily stylised visual trappings, but my favourites include the briefly known Moira (Vivky Masmin) and the apparently naïve Sun (Dagmar Bürger).Regular musician Walter Baumgartner excels with a mad fusion of gurgling electronica, tribal and jazz, with a repeated brass section track that sounds like the theme to Coronation Street. It might be his most eccentric musical concoction.The story involves Rita, who hates men as a result of former abuse, and her female brigade, who kidnaps and tortures wealthy men and male 'spies' and makes them talk by sexually stimulating them to the point of insanity. This espionage nonsense is interspersed with Franco-favourite sleazy club scenes that are elevated by garish costumes, purple wigs and pink walls. Interesting use is made of colour, infusing every scene with a kind of garishness that provides a palpable contrast to the 'ordinary' world 'on the outside.' That contrast, I think, is my favourite element in this film. You really don't know what goes on behind closed doors.

Martine Flety plays the title character, the owner / proprietor of an adults only club in swinging Paris. There are plenty of attractions on the main floor, but in the basement is where things really happen. Rita and her bevy of babes imprison various men, torturing them and stimulating them to the point of madness. It's all in the name of extracting money and information out of these hapless chumps. Little does Rita know that Interpol is taking a keen interest in what goes on in her club.Jesus "Jess" Franco strikes again with another exercise in stylish sleaze. Viewers will be pleased to note that there is lots of female nudity (in fact, one of the very first shots shows some full frontal) and a little bit of sex. (There is some male nudity as well.) But what makes this stand out a little from the many trash epics that Franco made in the 1970s is the fact that he's melding exploitation with the espionage genre, with a touch of 70s era psychedelia. The visual approach is quite striking, as Franco and his crew go with some gorgeous gold and pink colour schemes. The music by Walter Baumgartner is quite groovy, to boot.The performances are generally amusing from all concerned. Luscious brunette Sarah Strasberg was a particular favourite for this viewer, as she plays the role of a heavy named Franchesa. Dagmar Burger is appealing as an entertainer named "Sun". Eric Falk is a hoot as a "boxer" targeted by Rita and her minions. And Flety is quite watchable in the lead.You add a funny fight scene, and a VERY funny death scene, to the proceedings, and it amounts to a pretty good time for exploitation fanatics.Seven out of 10.

Nightclub owner and erotic dancer Rita Blue (robustly played with lip-smacking wicked relish by yummy redhead Martine Flety) uses her place as a front for working undercover as a spy. Motivated by her vehement hatred for men stemming from the fact that she was sexually abused as a child, Rita and her seductive female cohorts not only gleefully torture guys as a means to obtain vital information, but also manhandle wealthy men in order to make them hand over their fortunes to them.Writer/director Jess Franco brings a deliriously baroque far-out psychedelic style as well as his trademark gloriously ripe and unabashed perversity to the enjoyable inane premise: The abundant tasty gratuitous distaff nudity, several wacky dance routines (the one involving a gal sporting pigtails rates as an absolute hoot!), fairly explicit soft-core sex, scorching lesbian couplings, bizarre torture set pieces, and a special green potion that makes dudes uncontrollably horny all ensure that this beautifully bent, batty, and berserk baby delivers plenty of sleazy sizzle. The cruddy dubbing provides a wealth of unintentional belly laughs. Alluring blonde Pamela Stanford easily steals the whole show with her highly arousing portrayal of the enticing Gina. Ruedi Kuttel's vibrant color cinematography gives this picture a bold'n'splashy look. Walter Baumgartner's funky jazzy score hits the right-on groovy spot. Franco fans should get a kick out of this choice kooky kitschfest.

"Blue Rita" is more or less what you'd expect from a Jess Franco film: very explicit - very kinky - very strange - very incoherent - very bad. The plot, as far as I could say, is about some Parisian strippers who double as secret agents: they kidnap enemy (whose enemy? Never mind) spies and use sexual torture methods to make them "talk". To give Franco credit, the production design is colorful and the cinematography is often striking. But the editing is incompetent and the pace is deadly. What puzzles me is how Franco convinced so many young women in his films to bare everything and be treated as pieces of meat by the camera, but I guess the men don't come off much better either. Still, if you just want to stare at naked women on the screen "Blue Rita" will do the job....but so will many other AND better films. (*1/2)