Betsy (Ursula Buchfellner) is happy as a kite: She has a good life, a nice
job at a hotel on an island paradise, & she is madly in love with Ron
(Antonio Mayans), the hotel's manager, who even loves her back. But unbeknowest
to her, he is also the lover of the hotel's owner Sheila (Raquel Evans), &
she's a jealous bitch: To eliminate competition to Ron's groins in the form of
Betsy, Sheila not only uses every trick int he bopok to fire her from her job
in disgrace, but she also forces her to work in the brothel Rio Amore, that
also belongs to her.
Here Betsy is tortured, drugged, raped & whatever
else to break her down. & Sheila even has the nerve to present Betsy,
geting fucked in the whorehouse, to Ron, just to show him that she is nothing
but a whore ... & it even works, which throws Ron into a depression, with
Sheila's naked body now his only comfort ...
Meanwhile, Betsy's innocent
sister Linda (Katja Bienert), fresh fronm the convent, arrives at the island to
visit her sister, but (apparently) finds no trace of her. Instead she hooks up
with young student Juan, & the 2 fall in love, which culminates in him
deflowering her during a romantic beach session ...
Betsy in the meantime has
found a way to slip a note to Ron, begging him to save her, & he is
determined to do so, even if that means risking his own life. But while he
handles Sheila's henchmen pretty well, he proves to be no match for Sheila's
charms, & soon the 2 of them start making love - with Sheila having set
free her pet scorpions in hopes that they might eventually kill Ron ... but
instead she herself is shot by Maria, Betsy's sompassionate fellow prostitute
from the Rio Amore, & now nothing stands in the way from Ron saving Betsy
& in the end Betsy meets her sister Linda, just before Linda has to
leave the island ...
This is Jess Franco at his sleaziest ... not
that the film would be extremely explicit, mind you, it's just that the film's
silly but dirty story seems to be little more than a coathanger for rape,
torture, & every other kind of naughtiness & depravity that sprung into
the scriptwriter's mind. & though Jess Franco was hardly what you could
call a man of restraint in even his best films, Franco's personal style seems
to be strangely absent here. Instead he just presents us with an impersonal
succession of sex & perversion in which he has invested little interest or
thought so it looks like little more than a sex film from the production
belt - which probably helped to cement Franco's undeserved bad reputation.
Unfortunately, in the late 70'S/early 80's, when the European film industry in
general was going down the drain, Franco made many such impersonal films, with
his touch of genius only rarely shining through.