Sigh. I mean.. well. A film cobbled together to give Canadian distributors a Leslie Philips film. This feels like an australian sex comedy written by Alan Hopgood. There's nudity. Phillips is sleazy. Terry Thomas is fine even if protected - his Parkinson's was worsening. You can't tell. Some women go nude. There's a little bit of sex. Plot involves Terry Thomas inventing an aphrodisiac. Feels cobbled together. I don't think I laughed once. The Spanish locations are a point of difference. There's an Aussie character.
The women are pretty. Director Bob Kellet keeps it all moving. Mostly. Sometimes the film feels padded, to put it politely like when everyone is dancing. Feels wrong to have kids in it - they're just looking for ingredients but it feels wrong.
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