Would that all erotic thrillers had this kind of daffy energy. Romano Albani as cinematographer certainly helps. The ace (and weird) soundtrack selection is a plus as well. I've seen this film thirteen or fourteen times, and I still can't figure out if it's ultimately sexually liberated or gender-repressed. Virginia Hey throws herself into the proceedings with strawberry-and-honey-fueled gusto, and its vaguely-futuristic sleaze is a delight that keeps on giving. Sadly, this film has never been released on home video in its proper 2.35:1 aspect ratio. The saxy theme song is by Irish designer/diva Susan Zelouf.