The review that coined Peter Gunn was right on--and the abstract title drawings that prefaced the film went along with that jazzyness--how the decor in her apartment was called classy--even chic! Ha! Very tres moderne early 60's out-of-Bohemia mode. Even a Chinese statue of Kuan Yin Goddess of Mercy it looked like. Way hip. A little West-Side-Story New York City flair without the gangs--star-crossed lovers living an illusion. Dad was pretty liberal as the ethnic janitor in the basement apartment with overhead pipes that Vito used for chin-ups, wearing Chucks sneakers; his teen character was believable to me even if he wasn't Heath Ledger or a young Johnny Depp. Yeah, he may have been too mature for a 17-year-old but it played okay. Lola was "davoom" in her gold lame tight capris cooing "what's wrong, Baby" goo-goo-temptress bit. But overall the film seemed totally grade B and outdated, except for the edge of the subject matter--aging but still beautiful burlesque queen seducing a virgin boy. Mrs. Robinson carried it off with a better movie and plot in The Graduate--nonetheless, this one was pretty believable and sad really in the truth of the outcome. Embarrassment for the boy, and raw realization for Lola/Iris that she can never "go steady" in innocence again, "Baby."