An unnecessary followup to the Michael Caine hit of 1966 has the feeling of something you'd find in a mid 1970's time capsule. It's a film as full of itself as the title character, played here by Alan Price, is. One of those nice bits is that for a rogue, he's remarkably charming and even often sweet, but this is soft-core porn with or without the nudity. Price all of a sudden starts speaking to the camera, perhaps a nod to the original, but happening half an hour into the film, is jarringly out of place.

While seemingly bedding every woman he meets, it's the distant Jill Townsend who floats his boat simply because she spurns him from the moment he ogles her from his big rig. She doesn't annihilate him as he would be today, but it's amusing to see his overly assured nature taken down a peg by her no-nonsense career girl. Today, his behavior would have him a registered sex offender, but that sort of behavior was expected, and as this insinuates, often rewarded if you are a stud muffin like Price's version of this character.

Then still sexy Joan Collins adds whatever class there is, in a rut in her career, needing a hit, and preparing for sexy bitch dramas that scream deliberate camp. She's hysterical talking on the phone with her husband while Price is having his way (literally) with her. I'm keeping this film in my collection mainly for her, as well as the brief appearances by Annie Ross ("Hair") and Sheila White ("Oliver!", "I Claudius"). Certainly not the leading man's commentary or salacious nature.