Shoving dirty money into Candy the Madame's mouth.
Love. This film swings wildly between hysterical violence (infamous opening sequence where hooker Kelly whales on her pimp until her wig flies off) and sickly sweet schmaltz (Kelly singing "The Bluebird of Happiness" to a room full of polio tots on crutches). The tonal result is CAMP.
"Life is sweet, tender and complete..."
Nevertheless, I loved this film's crazy mood swings. This is one whacked out film. Fuller has one thing right on, and that's the hypocrisy surrounding prostitution. The town's cop Griff has a go at Kelly right off the bat -even though it's his job to keep prostitution out of his town - and then he's personally disgusted when his wealthy but oblivious buddy Grant takes a shine to her. The women in the film are more ambiguous in their attitude towards Kelly and once her past becomes common knowledge, everyone gets the knives out.
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