King of Schlock Dwain Esper brings us another abysmal “educational” exploitation film, this time about the scourge of syphilis.
The story begins with a reformer giving a rant about syphilis and the “sex industry”. His son complains that his father is not up with the times and leaves to “see a friend”. He winds up at the most chaste burlesque show on record. The audience is full of leering horn dogs, however. Meanwhile, a girl laments her boring job in the reformer’s office. Her clearly lesbian co-worker encourages her to become a stripper and takes the girl to the same burlesque show where she makes a pass. This prelude has little relation to the remaining story which concerns one of the burlesque dancers, Millicent.
Poor Millicent is deeply in love with her small town boyfriend Wendall. But Millicent foolishly left for Sin City (New York) after winning a beauty contest intent on winning fame and fortune. The only job she can get is as a “party girl”. At her first party, she is given a few sips of champagne and “gives herself” to a man. She immediately falls ill with syphilis from this one indiscretion. She must seek work in the burlesque show. Millicent gets help from a kindly doctor who says after a few months of treatment she can go home but must continue treatment until she is fully cleared before she can marry Wendall. He warns against quacks who promise quick cures for big bucks.
But Wendall can hardly wait to get married and Millicent finds a doctor who tells her for $100 she will be cured within a month. After the “cure” the couple marries, but in about a year the baby gets sick and Wendall is having problems with his eyes ….
Anyone who attended this masterpiece expecting erotic thrills was sorely disappointed. Anyone who expected acting was a fool. This is bad, bad stuff. Still, I got several big laughs out of some of the really ludicrous situations so all was not lost. The ending must be seen to be believed.