A smokin' hot Diana Dors (Britain's answer to Monroe) sizzles as the femme fatale in this sexy take on a classic love triangle gone bad. Jazz culture stereotypes abound, with a slick-talking sunglass-wearing band leader running a questionable dive, where waitresses dress as baby-dolls (complete with baby bonnets) and tables sport creepy plastic Barbie-like dolls as decoration. Women are definitely possessions, and men are the kings of the jungle. Lots of no-way-out tension, male machismo, lust, and obsessive love. Spellbinding!
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