Bolero

The credits signal the unappetising prospect of aging hulk George Kennedy starring in a sex movie, but that turns out to be the least of the audience's worries. John Derek deploys a bunch of perfunctory props (the 1920s, wealth, a sheik, a bullfighter) as starting points for the adventures of his blankly beauteous missus. Erotic, surely, only for the very easily pleased, with Dereks J and B and Cannon Films converging to form a matrix of sustained, tawdry silliness.