Girls! Girls! Girls!
Boobs! Boobs! Boobs!
More pneumatically gifted than dramatically endowed, SATAN IN HIGH HEELS is one of those sleezy little films that promises more risque treats than it delivers - mainly because its not 1962 anymore.
Post-Code but resoundingly Pre-Giallo, this doesn't really do more than glance in the general direction of exploitation, leaving all but the most devoted fans of the genre high and dry.
Patchy acting, a slightly hyper score and a strangely forced script - particularly between the male characters - make this a frustrating watch.
Meg Myles makes the most of her costume, lingerie, shoes, leather AND fur wardrobe; though the strong queer undercurrent makes me question just how powerful a wardrobe can be.